Starry Night
A Poem by Brigid Cooley
My eyes keep darting from freckle to freckle, like I'm trying to solve some sort of connect-the-dots.
There is a whole galaxy in your eyes,
speckled constellations on your cheeks.
I can't even imagine how beautiful your mind is; the Aurora Borealis in motion.
You are a universal beauty.
Black holes, meteors, shooting stars, and all.
I am only hoping that one day, I will no longer be looking up at you through my telescope;
that one day, our solar systems will collide.
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