The bond between us does not quite speak to the stars as precious carvings but as seeds of happiness. Here you see me in thought rearranging reflections inside a message held in glass.
Far away I hold my breath then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep. Soft sighs escape streaming through the night in shells of kisses moving ultimately to form this lovely smile I keep.
Quivering inside my dreams are elaborate colors that dance on my tongue. I taste them as whispers of you. The bond between us does not quite speak to the stars, but here in my dreams is sung.