Falling

Galaxies hang like candles in the sky, a cuirass for the moon shining bright and full, moonlight piercing the inky clouds. Through it a face traced with starlight sinks below, a heavenly visage fashioned by timeless stardust. I would fight and bleed for those radiant golden eyes, laugh, cry and pray for the smile that graces your lips. She crashed through the skies of my universe Falling like an invincible meteor Into my dreamscape, breathing life into my trembling corpse. She cradled me in her arms guided my shaking hands. Together, we restored every planet, rebuilding my cosmos from scattered shards. But she would always remain the brightest star even as I fell back into my cycle of days and nights, a beacon of faith, the dawn shadow that I always chased. The only star I anticipate, even worlds apart. On the glassy ocean surface the waves and wind turmoil our story. I have fought and bled and wept and prayed In the darkness, I have risen A beacon ignited by passion. She soared out of my universe, leaving it limitless, an intangible cosmic dancer swept away by fate. I circled every planet to regain her until I looked within and found that faith kindling the fire of my heart, even galaxies apart.