Stargiver

The curtains seem closed on the heavens
It is coalmine black
Before diamonds had formed.
The whispering of trees to the wind the only audible sound.

We are wrapped up in blankets
And I can barely make out your silhouette,
A tangle of hair like canary grass on the Mara River,
A flash of teeth and eyes, fireworks reflecting in the waters.

I wish that I could see your face for a moment
And feel that carnival of joy
As I fall in love with you again
Just as I do every single time I see your face.

Reading my mind you slip into the night like a vampire
A tartan cloak follows
There are animal sounds;
The snuffling of a wolf, the whip of delicate wings.

Returning, you carry with you a cardboard box
And set to work in the gloom
A flurry of frustrated “fuckfuckfucks”
Are muttered in the distance somewhere

Then suddenly; Light

I am dazzled by a throng of fizzing fireflies,
A phalanx of shimmering faeries

A hundred balloons each carrying a sparkler on fishing wire
Rise like swords clashing mid-battle and illuminate you
There stands my Titania sometime of the night,
My Asrais, my infinite stargiver