an excerpt from a poem I wrote a while ago.

With steadfast, war-scuffed hands strong as mighty oak trees, You painted me an infinite sky.
You lifted me up and wrapped me in the clouds
warm and pigmented hanging on you
like a jacket.

And at night, I saw you really shine.

Galaxy upon unending galaxy, your solar storms raged forming words that couldn't be spoken songs that couldn't quite be sung and you fed them to me like bread,
filling my belly with the warmth of a summer's eve.

You intertwined your hands in mine
and spoke to me,
voice sweet like peppermint leaves You said,
"My love, this isn't the half of it.
These...
my love poems,
my sonnets and my ballads, my whisperings and my lullabies
 every blazing comet marking it’s own lyric
every bright planet declaring the fondness
I have for your heart,
for your soul which I've created to resemble
a spiraling Fractal.
You are an absolute mess, and I adore that."
Together in your star-pocked sky you taught me of faith and the promises
you had for me.
Seeking
and finding
You.
"I may ebb and flow as the tide,
but I am still an ocean,"
You said.
"And that is more than enough to fill the cracked pots and pitchers of your heart

but i want you to have it all."