simple joys cound be found

by counting each possible galaxy one could find

shimmering tiny, twinkling possibilities, floating aimlessly across the coastline, scattered

in an endless expanse behind that dark shine in your eyes giving birth to new dimensions

silently emerging unexpectedly, from those depths

these strange new universes in the sky

born into existence without any clear intention

adrift across infinite oceans of cosmic display

a mind so limitless and mesmerized,

to be held so tightly captive, so willingly entwined

to be swept away in the harsh overflow

of ceaseless currents constant in their brooding demands and expectations, unempathetic heavy burdens which weigh down these hopeful thoughts

as they emerge already tethered to you like an anchor

slowly sinking in parallel with my depression which

grows larger encumbered by these exhausted

heavy and wading, everchanging emotions

i’m on the verge, standing between the earth and the universe, where they both collide

swept away from the land the distance expanding

pulling me further from solid reassurance

sometimes i think all hope is lost

the the sky so full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold

this life without you eats like a longing in my soul

like a goal left dusty and unachieved

in your achievements, becoming mine i find my peace

somewhere in that dead cold longing across infinity

at the edge of the universe waiting for your return

and in every second passing each planet travels farther away from what minuscule spec of entirety it once called home and in that giant magnetic drift

i hope you’ll hear me singing, waiting, patient, for your return