There is a lining of shimmering finality
that encompasses every thought I have of you.
You have never been a passer-by in my mind,
never disappearing out of sight.
I have dreams of building
a permanent residence for us on the moon,
foundations solid and set with stone.

Sometimes when the world gets to be too much,
I close my eyes and visit you there.
Our castle in the sky,
built for the Queen of the Night.
On the edge of the roof we sit and laugh,
looking down at the Earth below.
I wake up alive, on the ground I lie,
in awe of your lunar halo.