Bert Jerred

You're a star
and you're moving on the line
that reaches me
from the first time
you looked that way
that stops me dead
and gathers forces
in my head.
You first appeared
like an open sky;
the whole of my world
asked you why...
Why?
You're the sun
and you're rising into light
that reaches me
for the first time
(you look away).
You're a star
and you're moving on the line
that reaches me
for the first time –
like the first time.