as the planets inch closer, stardust trembles. lights of green hues and vibrant blues dance overhead. I'll follow the north star over mountainscapes, oceans, and everything in between to be with you.
Someone told me once To think of something constant When it got too much To look at the moon And marvel at its permanence Yet, if you could leave Falling so far out of my sky I know nothing is constant If not you, Then not even the moon.