You are like the cold nights
above the expanse of sand,
a sun clawing at the horizon,
distant stars bursting in inky sky.
I leave my footprints on ridge’s peak,
curves shaped by wind’s breath,
sweet scents dragged through
a camp of blankets, fire, and dreams.
Constellations paint the world with light
curled around your delicate lines.
Endless, the deep black void is
broken by a shivering twinkle of eyes.
You are the songs of the night.
Dancing rhythm, melodies that sing.
You are every gasping breath
that shatters silence like praise.