I never knew I'd crave a wholesome way to drift to sleep, after a lifetime of being alone

Until blue, twinkling stars starkly visible only for my naked eye to gaze upon
-in this frozen moment-
Smiled down on me.

They sparkled through the darkness
-Filling my soul-
Gently.
Softly.

I have never craved a peace as merciful as that of his ice-cold, capable hands cupping my flushed face, while the world faded around me.

My soul was too tired
Too worn
Too burdensome

But to him
I was more than just some
washed up shell
on the beach
Or a dirty gem
begging to be cleaned

My soul is spontaneous
And mysterious
And hardly dispensable

Even if I find myself to be aggravated
inside of my own skin
on occasion

He sees me
-different-

An anchoring hand is placed
upon the small of my waist
As my head spins
and I fear I may just float away

I hope he doesn’t feel me
shake

It’s dark.

The only light coming from those blue stars
Swallowing the entirety of every scar
inside of my chest
whole

Whole.

Like that of two merciful hands
and two eyes that twinkle like
blue stars.


© krystlereisler