morning has found us out and
while bathing us in windowed sunrise
you moved and
I thought I was still dreaming

the constellations in your hair
light up with sparks going nowhere
and the sound of you sleeping
damned near drives me mad
but it is a madness like flowers
pushing out from every pore and
I feel as though I can’t even begin
to describe the way your eyes deepen
when you look at me

I look at you and then
I look out at the sky and
I remember that it stretches
forever in all directions and
I realize that it is better to
look at the sky
than it is to live there

and your eyes are my sky, they
unfurl unfathomable oceans of time
and dissolve the space that separates
they free the fears
that like birds in my soul
darken my dreams with
the cacophony of their moving

I thank god for another day
where I can again
drink of you