How can you be a symbol of my love inanimate, cold, and barren as you are?
How can a far flung chunk of star spinning slowly, majestically in my night’s sky reflect the truth of who we are of me and mine?
I look up through an imagined pane… And there you are a distraction an abstraction searching for its name, sailing through my spangled dark, brighter than any spark of heaven’s sequins.
And yet? A mystery to me.
Surely there’s a science to this madness, to your slow motion pirouette that matches mine. You draw me to you and I you to me, clasped in an eternal whirl, a planetary skirl that? Changes the levels of my restless seas and the courses of my inner tides.
And yet? This is nonsense!
I awaken, and you are gone the fading notes of a forgotten song. I roll over in my fallen form and there’s the truth, beside me all along, my better half.