Like pearl-headed pins that hold up the firmament,
you hold my world in place.
Your glow is soft
like a dove’s
wing
and your warmth a
down feather,
holding back the
cold callous night.
You guide ships to shore and heroes to heaven.
You are the seashells in the sand and pebbles in the ocean.
When I look at you,
I see
pixie dust
and
dandelion fluff
and
flurries of fireflies.
Your light is ancient and stories wise
reflected in so many different eyes
but when I look at you from my window at one
in the morning
you belong only to me.