Jane

flowers are insignificant gone so soon, waxen petals wilt away in mere hours so delicate the breeze will break them this is not the budding of a rose, the beauty of a cherry tree, or even a meadow. it is the universe. galaxies of shimmering stars in your dismal eyes, expanding horizons, the sunrise on a distant world the void when you are not here to light my sky it is you seeing the same constellations as i do, the capricious ways time ticks faster the atmosphere gets thinner but we adjust, we breathe, we strive it is fear that the stars will fade like an aster's grace the sun we built won't be enough to keep you warm when you are a nebula of celestial brilliance and i am a dwarf within your boon. flowers are insignificant when you outshine them all