You Belong In The Stars
I don't want to hurt you,
pain please wash away,
holding your hand a while, your heart,
your eyes, their depth
an eternal surprise. Thrice kissed, always missed.
I wish for this clarity in
understanding you bring, this infallible way
you have of making me understand.
I don't want you to look back
time marches on regardless, and we
all make mistakes.
I make mistakes, and
once absolved, you are free.
I want your wishes, I want them true,
and in fitting
style I want those things to mean to you
what you mean to them.
This never ends.
I want you to never be afraid,
but the dark,
I want you to know, is not easily slain.
With unerring honesty you put me right,
to many you possess this fire,
this incalculable, iron-wrought nerve.
I don't want you to go,
but there will be a day when
your time here is done. Mine too, and onwards
we'll go, unlike Icarus.
You'll outshine the sun.
I don't want to hold you back, I'll lift you up
a hundred miles, a hundred years
for you belong in the stars,
my love, my dove,
my eternal dear.