Wednesday, January 18, 2012

I’d like to hold your hand under the stars
While we rename constellations
And watch shooting stars
Carving their way through the sky
Leaving trails of light
Wondering if we saw them
Two wishes
But I forgot
And which ones are planets?
Do they sparkle?
Or flicker?
'That one looks red.'

‘I’d like to be made out of stars.’
‘You are.’


Melee said...

Oh, oh! This is gorgeous, love. Truly. I love the picture your words painted. The ending just made my heart sing. I'd love someone to say that to me. :)

Some kind of courage. said...

I love the last part.
It gave me butterflies in my tummy like someone had just whispered that to me.