Constellations: A Night's Worth of Poems

Crestfallen

The moon fell from the sky

Into your palms

Held between fingers

You traced its crescent

I fell from the sky

Into your palms

The stars waned in my absence

The darkness filled the gap

"Crestfallen"

You said as you held us

Warmed by your spirit

Safe in the embrace

Delicate like infants

You took us gently, placed us back

Against the backdrop of space

Protected by the fabric

No longer to descend upon a nightfall

For you had a watchful eye

Forever in place

You gave your word

The pain subsided

Once not alone

Away from our setting

You brought us home