Incandescence

I’ve always loved stargazing,

the glowing reflections

the incandescence

it lays in your eyes and resounds in your heart

with it, my own.

Faulty, and broken am I

to love someone with who I could never hope to see.

I hope it didn't hurt,

I hope you held your best,

and when the last throws of lightning scarred,

I only hope you went out in an equally beautiful array of sparks.