I wanted you to dream a little dream of
Me and you lay with our fingers intertwined,
Before we navigated the tall grass on our tip
Toes in the sand you would sigh and murmur.
Jack of all trades, master of
None other than my battered heart eased itself
By the warmth of the hearth as you untangled my tresses. A porphyria of sorts.
For who else would fly me to the
Moon light shone down your sinews as they threatened to overtake my very breath
As snowflakes trashed my eyesight and nothing but white on white surrounded my soul.
Space is what you wanted.
Space is what you got.
Tell me,
Does it ever get lonely
With nothing but asteroids?