For All My Stars

As of yet, you don’t exist,
just dust in that high galaxy.
You wait patiently for formation,
ears, eyes, hands and toes.
Your voice will cry up to the heavens
when you land, shooting through the clouds
in a hot ball of fire, falling fast,
and I will catch you, arms wide open.
I could mention all the
things that we will do,
the days spent in the sun,
sword fights and dancing in carpeted living rooms,
the fear that you will sometimes feel,
the hurts that you might face.
This lioness will roar and scare
all those frights of yours away,
and scoop you up and spin you around;
let you sniff the flowers grown,
try to teach you the right way.
But if I say too much, my dear,
it will only cause me aches and pains -
don’t worry, Love. It’s not your fault.
it’s just me, the saudade I feel,
of things yet to come my way.