I wish I could find the syllables
to express sorrow;
fluttering from my chest
like a thousand fireflies
fighting for some space to glow
As we turn more silver,
wise, whispered, loving things,
devotion is the only thing gold
that remembers to stay.
I will bring you
every crystal constellation
wrapped in ribbons
of moon-laced shimmer
and if ever you forget this melting;
this affection that lingers
long after letters begin to fade,
take this sweetest lullaby with you.
so that nothing but dreams
two symmetric hearts.