I give you all the stars
in my black sky.
Each twinkling light,
a little eye,
wondering a while on you and I.
I can hold them in my hand
perched between finger and thumb.
I could pluck.
But you, being who you are,
bid me leave them where they are
You have all my stars
My sky: no longer black.
This one…just makes me happy. I really like your style–it’s simple, but says a lot with what little words you use. ^_^
That is, indeed, very much what I strive for.