Each adventure I dream up in my head
means nothing to me if you aren't resting next to me
each night under the stars
drawing lines from minute to second, star to star.
Oceans may separate our bodies like magnets opposing each pole,
but our souls will never part, forever intertwined,
our history is written between celestial bodies,
shining in a sea of blackness,
we meet again when salt dissolves,
our tears will stop,
the ocean runs dry,
we run to each other,
look up at the sky, hand in hand,
memories painted upon midnight's canvas,
the moon as our witness,
we reconnect,
let the journey take us to where we end up next.
i have massive writers block. i'm sorry for so much writing on stars. she reminds me of the stars though. when i think of her i think of the stars. usually it's the other way around. but she is special. and i know this poem may not make sense to you, but for me it does. and i am writing for me. so here it is.