i found you
tangled in the stars
outside my window -
your hair caught
in Andromeda
your fingers stretched
to gather bright
fiery young stars.
your eyes lit
as they trace
our mountains,
curving along the seaside
following the water's tide.

i hope you
can hear our music up there
and feel our voices
calling out to you,
my beautiful.
we sing to see you
we pray for nightfall
and count our sunny hours
until you come again.

i sing to love you
as Beethoven to his Antonie
as the earth to its moon
as me to my you.