Dear angel, my celestial mage.
Whose wings flare to cuddle a thousand galaxies
and my heart a million times.
...once more?
I ache to see your eyes, suffused in reflected sun,
to hear your entrancing voice as you sing with me
through tear-filled hours and past –
Are you scared of the dark? Do you need me to come?
Sweet sugar, scattered about the denim night,
you seem to taste it as you fly -
I see your radiance chasing dusk, and yet, by dawn you are lost to me.
...come back?
Raise your hands, my seraphic love
and each of your fingertips will become
a moonstone pinprick of star-blessed light!
With those astral hands, will you
hold me, my heartling? ...in your wintry breath,
as you swing, ascending along an asteroid path?
and...
...can I follow?
