False spring days where the world
is still.
We stand staring at the glass
waiting for the shatter
and marveling at it's novelty.
It's beautiful like us.
And it's perfect,
just like you.
Everyone
deserves a poem about them.
Their own song to sing.
And yours are my favourites..
the ones where I stand there
marveling at the novelty
of it all.
And...
And...
And...
There are no words
for the perfection of the stars
at four in the morning.
I only know that because you've opened my eyes
just so I can see.
You're better than this.
You keep telling me chin up, darling.
I can't help but scream it back to you.
Eyes up, dear one.
The stars are shining for you.
They're above me,
above you.
For us.
You're better than a poem for no occasion.
No occasion other than I love you...
I can't see the stars
or the stillness.
Not right now.
Not with the tears streaming.
But I know they're there.
My little piece of your faith..
it holds me marveling...
Just watch the stillness with me.
