The demise of a twinkling in the sky,
igniting something here on earth.  
I'd believe you were stardust,
I've seen your eyes and their glow.

Stars, signs, cosmic theories,
never in my mind, never near,
until I met you, and I wondered,
how we felt the way we did and why.

Maybe we were once the same light,
scattered from a fallen shine,
the reason you felt so familiar to me,
a soul I could see, feel and love,
one I knew before the stars.

I am sinking deeper and deeper,
but not in waters,
rather in the undying feelings,
of guilt and more of grief.

My legs kicking, hands thrashing,
but, I am not seeking the air.
The chest getting heavier, the air tighter,
yet, not reaching the bottom.

Am I dying ??? No.
Just floating to see,
how long the body,
can burn without light.

Tiny droplets gently spattered down,
a weight the clouds could no longer hold;
and the earth received with grace,
drinking the sky’s released sorrow.

The air, clean and weightless,
with the last gray weight shed down,
became the limitless canvas
for all the shades in a spectrum’s bow.

A sight that soothes the mind-
but mine refused to follow,
clinging to every whispered confession
you released into the wind,

each word a prism unfolding,
each silence, a held breath-
I watched, waiting,
for your sky to rise in colors.

So when the worst storms come,
love, let me be your earth;
to soak in all the heaviness.