Made of starlight

 

I stand here

watching the night,

stars

painting pictures

on the canvas

of the sky,

but through their light,

I see a different image

in my eyes.

Not twisting serpents

of the heavens above,

nor ships

that sail over our heads,

instead

I see the stars

blur and bend,

twisting,

transforming,

into a vision

of you. 

A beauty 

made of starlight.

I wonder

are you looking up

at them too?

Are they melting

into a new view?

Do you see

what I see,

or does you sky

contain images of

worlds that can never be?

Do your images contain me?

Do I stand longingly

looking out at you?

Are you longingly

looking up

at me too?

 

 

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