stars

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.