You say you wish you could lie
on the mirror-water
and float.
Shooting star, we both see it.
You, out the corner of your eye.
You in the corner of me,
the cradle where I hold you,
we face the sky.
You tell me you feel safe;
I believe you.
Maybe it’s true.
Your mind is elsewhere,
is it on me?
We are in the world, within our own,
the real world metres away.
Jerome Cornelius is a young writer, aspiring adult and professional student from Cape Town. His interests lie in gender activism, ghost stories and science fiction. He is currently trying to write a thesis and attempts to dabble in poetry.