I need to share ancient stars with you,
And hear your enraptured inhalation.
Present for the glory moment when ancient star dust,
Awakens the souls in burst of constellation.
In my honored company I’m most humbled by,
Gifts from the esurient language of love whispers.
Birthrights are titled provenance in the greatest of energy sources
Giving blue-eyed mirth that mirrors depths of brown blushing glitters.
The silvery echos of our souls absorbing,
Fill the twilight skies with who’ing owls.
The white wolf of hearts takes her place on edges of cliffs,
Celebrating our imminent reunion with her delighted howls.