The sun knows not the trees
that grow under its light,
blissfully unaware of the sunflowers
that face it with reverence, pious obsession.
The moon never knows the tides
it controls, the waves that lap
upon your sandy toes as you gaze up
towards the sliver of silver, serendipity.
The stars will never know
that its dust that inhabit our souls,
in all its longing and all its love
make us complete.
I see you deliberating; unsure, unwise,
wanting to leave because you find none
no purpose in waiting, none in staying.
Thoughts that stem from haste
Yet unbeknownst to you
your love can move mountains, raise tsunamis
within people, places you never suspected
and always knew all along.
Stay, for the sun still shines, the moon
still reflects, and the stars still twinkle.
Your presence; celebrated, desired.
A smile the stars laugh along with,
echoing into the abyss,
A joy uncharted.
Stay for the meteor within you that
shoots across the sky in search, endlessly,
for its destiny; its reason and place,
for the moons that revolve around you,
for the suns you revolve around.
Yes, selfish beggary.
Stay, because it’d be unfair
for the skies to open up and rain upon earth
and the flowers to bloom in ecstasy
soaking it all in; glory and mirth
without you to bear witness.
Stay, for me.