As I see it, in the light of you, even the stars dim and pale. I wonder if they ever get jealous. The hours we’ve laid on our backs, blankets spread beneath, side by side and hands entwined, staring up, twinkling, shining, slowly tracing across the sky.
The longer we lay, reclining together, the more everything seems to fade away. We drift in and out. And yet I find myself looking over at you more and out at those stars less.
Somehow you make me want to stay grounded with my feet buried in the dirt rather than flying far away. Somehow you make the impossible feel possible. Somehow you bring morning to my night. I never knew sunrises were so beautiful.
tara caribou | ©2020