long list of why

what an impossibly beautiful thing; this world, this place, this time and space; to see and feel and hear and taste; to be alive and rise from simple stardust to dance around this grand and elegant failure where everything we love gets left behind.

special people turn a light on inside us that never goes out. should they leave us for a minute or forever, we can always step into that light and feel their warmth living as part of who we are. and whatever we become will be brighter because of the way they touched our lives.

part of me will always be on the closest star to the moon, immune to trappings of time. string-light dreams of you & i, trailing thru the night, destined to shine in future skies. and i will seek you out in a billion future lives, but this place we leave behind will see our love.

my favorite shades of everything, the hour before the sunrise. world curled in a loosening bud, moments from springing to life. it is a promise, a surfacing, as the colors unfurl their wings to kiss the light.

the serenity and sadness in knowing the insignificance of this all- not a speck of a slice of a blip in the endless march of time. every star will fall. we’re just along for the ride, afterthoughts in a grand design, with my heart in yours, your hand in mine, enraptured.

i wonder, do you know how i am drawn to you; not as a hummingbird to a flower, but as the ocean to the moon. your presence, in the depths of me, affecting all i do. the soft light of your love, so calm upon my surface, as quiet needs are raging just beneath.