The Milky Way

I used to believe

whispers were only a sound

shared between friends

and lovers

those precious words

clinging to a breath

transported by a wish

until I fell in love

with you.

Now I know

whispers look like the Milky Way

dusting the blackest of nights

with hope

for a different tomorrow

sprinkles of fog

transporting star dust

into my heart

from yours.

 

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