To my star-eyed wife.
Forests's breath rises upward to mingle
With the light of the distant stars
As an infant, the tips of his fingers
Reaching up for his mother's arms.
Like will always seek like, and the substance
Of its birth, of its primal source.
Sky is open, the stars call us upwards,
Thus it is, and will be, and was.
We are formed from the dust of the starbirth,
Through the love of the Sun and Void.
We are cosmos' thought and its conscience
And its life, and its love, and word.
You're the daughter of rose aurora
I call you across the skies,
And the thin thread of love is forever
Drawn between us, truest of ties.
Let my lips be as galaxies' kisses
Light and tender upon your face.
We will be without end, my beloved.
We are stardust, in stars' embrace.