My Sky Is with You

Only you were missing that night. The mountains had already been swallowed by that black nothingness that tangles with the feathers of blackbirds and steals the color from things. But the sky was clear and that translucent strip wrapped around like a belt, drawn across that immense crystalline dome. It was a marvelous spectacle you were missing in the distant city: the Milky Way.

I felt lonelier than usual. Not even my ghosts come when I wait for you, because they know you are my only possible apparition. They know I think of you and smile… and I forget everything else, even myself.

By the way, a moment ago I closed my eyes and saw you lighting up some wandering moon. Will you fly with me? Shall we play at cooling distant suns? Write verses in the trails of the stars? Or better yet, dream that I untangle your hair in the dark while the night ends and you fall asleep beside me.

I think I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, you know? Maybe it's this horizon and its frosts, or maybe it's that my body is tired of roaming the sky without roads.

Do you want me to rock you in my arms until you fall asleep? Do you want to sail to an unknown galaxy, holding hands… I'll never let you go.

A flash in my head draws you. Could it be you're coming? Could it be you've freed yourself from the chrysalis that held you prisoner? Could it be you're traveling as a passenger on a comet's tail?

I have a plan in case you don't arrive, a consolation. I'll write for you more nights of smiling moons, of brilliant swarms. I'll scatter them across the celestial vault, in a wild-hearted pattern… and I'll make them fleeting or the color of your favorite moon. I'll decorate them with whimsical ribbons and play at finding your eyes in the depths of some nebula.

Shall we look at the stars? You with me?… It doesn't matter if distance separates us, the sky you see is always like mine. Even though I can't hear your words, in the depths of this distanced space, what matters about your sky is here by my side.