My Papillon

 When staring up into the sky
in the absence  of light
I am out of mind
when you are out of my sight.

Up there just past forever
is a place to send my dreams
so I send all my hopes
no matter how dark it gleems.

And endless possiblity to infenity
twinkles beyond that star
as the dense waves of our pulsar
breaths life into this scar.

Constellations of confusion
take refuge in the things you say
but your actions dim the fires
burning in the Milky Way.

A galaxy of distance
now sepeartes the comfort I once knew
and I just cannot stop
this deep longing for you.

So I find myself again
wistfully wishing up that streaking comet up there
knowing that even a falling star
has to land somewhere.

Why not here, in the crevices of my broken heart?