The Sky’s Intimacy

Oh stars, sing us a lullaby tonight.

The dock’s lapse consists of summer shoreline.

Among breathing vessels I snuggle tight.

Above- Divine converse over fine wine,

As we humble servants hang on each word.

Still waters project cosmic ying and yang.

She hums a tune; any song we preferred.

After all these nights; we developed slang.

Tucked in with a kiss from mother sunshine.

These smiles pray witness to the swelled heart.

Surrounding sparks, we created a shrine.

We come to find out we’re counterpart.

We sleep as day completes its clockwork arc.

What wonderful secrets lay in the dark.