Silvery Dreamscape

With your silvery dreamscape ajar, I catch glimpses of the stars. Let me be dotted in your constellation— not a star, just dust in your imagination. But never tell me I’m your aberration. With you near, the world hollows, like a lotus husk on an iron pole. Be my stability— the foundation beneath me, so I'd never fall. Be my stability… then one night, the sky admits: You were never my astronomy, just a light that borrowed my eyes to look bright. You and I are not meant to be. The sky comes crashing down soundlessly, my soul dragged away by tides. You are the stars— beautiful, but only to gaze at, never to hold.