Standing on opposite hemispheres
The view was ever so different.
He said, “Let me show you the sun”
But all she could hear was his voice
And its whispered golden promises
In her silver moonlit ear.

Patience turning time
In planetary pirouettes
Blinded, blinded…
But finally, to see!
Infinite white sands
And where was he?
She tried her best
To grow the wings he wanted
And where was he…

A massive pair of wings they were
Impressive, as the dragons fly
Made of shining leaf and dreams
Collected from a glowing sky
Constructing tomorrows from memories,
She found herself.

Then suddenly,
A golden voice out of silence,
Muffled and confessing from closeby,
Head held in hands,
Hands scratched from digging inside
“I’m sorry
That I have not been perfect to you.”

She lifted his head
And kissed his scars.
“I never asked you to be.”