You promised me galaxies, My Love. You promised to cradle my head to your chest, to hold my outstretched arms, While the sunlight danced between our fingertips, Sparking upwards towards its cloud-laden home: The home which you promised me.
They say dreams are for children, So call me a child. But know that I was made a child by you, My Love. The pupils of my eyes did dilate and fill With the Milky Way of your beauty.
You took me, not by the hand but by the heart, And showed me all of your constellations While I charted them In the skies you promised to take me to.
So why am I laying in the grass alone Staring up into you? Why am I laying on the Earth alone Bathed in only the shadows of your moonlight.
You loved all of my labors, But would not labor to love me. For who would pick a star from the dust When there are 100 billion awaiting in the dusk.