Looking through you—your blessed soul
by Natasha Deann
Are you real? Are the stars
somehow a part of your imagination—or
a part of mine? I feel as though I'm
walking alone down by the city lights
that I only dream of. My beloved
kisses my hand so passionately leaving
behind only momentary bliss and I
crave every moment's everlasting power
that there will be another day.
I wait for the day I look in the mirror
and see your face—knowing then the
stars we created in a world all our own.