When the millions of midnight suns rise;
I know he is with me.
I look to my sides. Nothing
but I still feel a pull into the sky. I know he is with me.
When I see the hole in my chest deepen, darkening in the expansion
I feel my heart glisten. He is the shadow in the blackest of nights.
I dream of entering into the mirror of his iris again
living in the remembrance of amber nights and sweet air.