nightskeye

You caught me staring

lost in your eyes—

you asked me what I was doing.

“Stargazing”—

it was all I could muster.

It’s like you plucked the stars from the heavens,

and put them in your eyes:

what is this magic you do?

You are the night sky.

It’s like you stole the Sun,

and put it in your heart:

what is this magic of yours?

Blazing. You bring me to life.

It’s like you’re the universe,

You draw me into orbit—

What a wonderful dance this is.

You tell me,

“I want to see the world”—

but I already do. 

We could travel the globe,

There’s nothing worth seeing

if it’s not with you. 

Stargazing,

one of our favorite pastimes. 

But honey, that night sky

has nothing

on your eyes.

Brilliant. You bring me alive.


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