I carried stars
in my pockets
because I knew
she feared the dark
           and
whenever sadness
   paid her a visit,
  I'd paint galaxies
on the back of her hands
           and
   she stared at
        the stars
  like they were
       pillows for
        her mind
       and in their
  light she could rest
    her heavy head.
     And in the end
when  her  eyelids  found
    their infinite darkness
she will know that our bodies
    were tiny universes,
           and that I
loved her with a thousand
                 sea's.
                                                          ­                      Jon York   2019