Stars, your dance.

Stars, your dance I have watched
through lens, through my eyes,
with science and mysticism entwined.
And, still I fear there is some secret
not in your temperature, not in your size,
but in your plutonium heart and diamond veins.
If I ventured a guess in my mortal way,
you know man too well to speak his name,
for fear the speaking will change his fate
- it is not his fate you made,
but the one written in the book you read.

Hearing Your Words

Silver tongue and the runes
written in your smile
saying everything I've ever
wanted to hear.
How could I not love you?

Wax of My Wings

With solitude, your hermitage

a place like a prison, small.

I stood in it, sat in its tree-like boughs,

and dreamt a different future than this.

You were safe enough for me

not to try until my wings grew back.

I was a colder version of a phoenix,

no fire shot from my fingertips,

I had gone cold, but still I rose.

Now, in this unforeseen universe

I shape the wax of my wings on my own.