we bathed in that carnation pink light
which liquified itself in your presence
and laid in crystalline pools on your oak floor.
the stars of red and gold flickered above us
casting an ever present light, a warning
that should those who you hold close ever stray
they will become nothingness
the moonlight beating down on our bodies,
our smooth skin entangled in the cover of night
the absence of light is when we thrived,
two poisonous plants not in need of the sun's warmth.
we stared out into space,
making eye contacts with the moon's craters.
the dew drops on the grass where we lay,
we're illuminated by her aura,
thousands of miles away.
Delilah my darling, you are an odyssey,
if an adventure could reside in a person it would be you.
since we do not sleep at night, I am left only to wonder when you rest
however I'm led to believe you don't, and that the light that the stars shine on you is enough to awaken your soul for the next day
I believe the adrenaline of love pushes you forward and onward to no end.
you are made up of the earth Delilah, and therefore she will protect you, as I will,
I am but a flower grown on your surface, and you have much more to be concerned with than I.
you have space to worry about, the cosmic war between the stars and the moon and the sun and the planets.
that is your job, and mine is to love you through that.
goodnight Delilah, I know you will watch over me in my sleep.
