I’d measure my love in moon and stars.
By magnitude of distance and illumination.
If I knew how.
And I’d shake the universe into an hour glass.
Kick it over, stop time.
But you are wiser than I.
In charting galaxies, and hearts.
The pull of gravity, the brilliance of light, are constant forces, you remind me.
Moon, and stars, for always.
For my daughter Amy.
Picture credit here.