The stars on your arms
Reveal the heart
You wear on your sleeve.
For if every star is every wish
Of which your heart was truly dreaming,
Then the constellations upon your body
Are the blueprints of a galaxy
Of all your hopes
Filled with love
And with joy.
And my cheeks are brushed with the red rust of Mars dust
When I find myself among your collection of suns
Because I'll always be there
To share each moment of your grand cosmos
When upon each star a wish is made.