I don’t want the warmth of the sun to tell me I’m loved.
I want the moon & all its stars, to hold me in its shadows.
I want the darkness to put me to bed.
In its silence, where everything feels already said.
The cold of the night, and the glistening moonlight,
on the tides pulling me in, just to wash me away again.
I want you—And I want me—To be forever,