When the sun breaks over the ocean,
And the birds begin their morning song,
I can hear you sleeping next to me
Storing dreams into my pillowcase.
You taste of peanut butter and honey,
A cascade of childhood stories
That are forever relinquished to the grasp of age,
And I never want to brush my teeth
In case I forget your flavor.
Your laugh is sunset orange,
A deep and royal color
Trapped in cumulus clouds,
A shade I wish I could tattoo on my skin.
The letters of your name
Have become so much of who I am
That now you are part of my genetic code;
A piece of you will live on in me forever.
You have a galactic soul made up of diamonds
And timeless effervescence,
Inspiring artists everywhere to create masterpieces
That will grow stale in comparison.
