In Crystal Water

When the stars are heavy,
they condense, and drip down
in particles of dust.
A stream of stars
flows on the mountainside,
and falls into your body below.
When the sun does not lay eyes
on the face of the moon,
the stars weep in sorrow.
I will be happiest in their sadness;
when the moon is gone,
and the sun is lost.
In the crystal water of stardust,
my reflection from above,
will be in yours.. from below.
Be gone Moon.
Be lost Sun.
Let me join in love,
and we will be both,
lost and found.

Photo ~ By Rick Whitacre