If there was a lasso
Big enough to reign the stars
I’d hand you these diamonds
Painted in your twilit skies,
We could create a galaxy,
Our love so planetary,
Shapes of clouds temporary
Could never articulate in artistry
The way you move so heavenly.

We could cry together,
Rain down on the meadows,
Fill these riverbeds with all our sorrows
So we can see it create life again.

We could smile brightly,
Casting light to chase the shadows
Bloom these vibrant colors
Feed the verdant grasslands
While we touch down on hilltops,
Knowing it’s just a slippery ***** from here.

Even if it ends,
Like apotheosis crashing down,
A calamity to rip our heart back into two,
When everything is a Goya painting
Crude and dark without hope or meaning,
When we collide like marbles,
I’d still hand you the diamonds in your twilit skies.
I’d cry for you to fill your riverbeds,
And paint by numbers on your gardens.

Simply simplistic,
Simping like a simpleton
Hoping you see the flowers I grow
Are a color wave symphony,
I sing to you in silence,
I write to you with brush strokes,
Hoping you catch my thoughts
Like a medium, do you read me like a meteor?
Striking quickly over your horizon?

I’ll bring you a bouquet—
Of diamonds in your twilit skies.

The silver sky cries and cries
As we lay atop a hill
The wetness piercing through our clothes
Violet sparks shimmer in the distance

A violent affair
Yet not a care

Its tears shield us from a cruel world
And as we cozy on a cushion of emerald blades
The wind sings songs of ancient wisdom
Our shared serenity illuminated by the fire in the sky

A newfound bliss in the vastness of this universe
Unfathomable nothingness beyond us
A spark of light in the endless abyss

And yet…

Of all the planets
Of all the space
Of all time

There’s no place I’d rather be
Than with you
Under the silver sky…