Under this dreadfully dark sky.
You called out to me,
and in all your glory. You told me.
"Lets create holes in the sky; where the stars should be."

I used to wonder where the world began.
when maybe I was asking myself the wrong question.
When did my world begin to turn?
There's this tiny infinity inside you, and you've created something inside me.

So under this dreadfully dark sky I had come to realize.
That between you and I;
your abstruse thoughts had calmed the words swimming through mine.
Every last word.