The universe inhales softly
They look at you with wonder
You’re gently blessed with what they will
…
The universe inhales softly
They look at you with wonder
You’re gently blessed with what they will
…
Our eyes are the only stars
Under this blanket of nighttime pitch,
Yet we find each other here again and again.
Our delicate selves touch firmly, surely,
Tracing our merging outlines each night
In my dreams
.
May 3, 2025