Whisked Away Forever

One morning

I woke up,

With the stars shining in my face

Amidst the gentle midnight blue sky.

No sun to greet me, 

No moon to comfort me.

Not enough light

For me to see.

And I turned around,

Confused

Sad

Shocked.

And I saw him, standing outside my door

Shining with all the radiance

One only could wish for.

He smiled,

Extending his hand

As I reached for it

And the stars grew cold in contempt.

My hand seared,

Burning hot

And the sky,

The gentle sky.

It turned a shade of

Grieving

Grim

Blue.

I turned to look at him

But he was floating away

Carried by the stars,

Glowing 

Shining

Beaming.

He fit perfectly in the sky

Like his purpose

Was there

As the moon.

And at that moment I knew

He was never meant for me.