FOG

I count the satellites that circle lonely skies. Each orbit like a promise bent by gravity. Your shadow walks the corridors behind my eyes. A quiet constellation only I can see. Across the fog, across the void, I breathe your name aloud. A lighthouse in the nebula that keeps me from The cold. My love is wider than the hours That spin around the clouds. It's gravity, it's stardust, it's a story to be, To be told. I walk where fog and starlight mingle at the Seam. A shoreline made of whispers, graying edged with Gold. Your letters folded in my pocket keep me From extremes. Each sentence like a planet, warm and carefully Rolled. Across the fog, across the void, I breathe your name aloud. A lighthouse in the nebula that keeps me from The cold. My love is wider than the hours That spin around the clouds. It's gravity, it's stardust, it's story to be, To be told.