lodestar

Night is the dominion of dreams.
Stretching back, to see stars spread
endlessly across the velvet sky,
a design my mind can never grasp.

You: a constellation unto yourself.
A glimmering mystery I cannot comprehend,
the lodestar, the enigma
to which I am drawn.

I cup the reflected stars
in my palm, reverently.
This is the closest I get to you.
And then the water trickles through...