The Beauty of You

I burned alone here.
Felt no lack that the planets
circling stayed distant.
A brightly burning comet
first to penetrate my orbit,
first to coax flares
from my surface
to reach out and stroke
the unknown.

The beauty of you
burning cool against
the darkness.
Kindness, understanding,
a soul as bright as a star
beneath icy disillusionment.
Meeting amidst the chaos
of a hostile universe,
two hearts different
yet kindred.

Moments of bliss
when the planets stilled
to witness that
previously unknown.
Gravitational forces
both drawing and repelling.
Eternally dance
together but strangers
across the void.

But comets cannot approach
too close to the sun.
Bright glare of innocence
revealing chips in the ice,
chunks of rock buried deep,
angry, raw and tender.
Trust replaced by doubt.
Anger and silence dance
with fear and memory,
old incriminations made new.

The beauty of you
shines through the
halo of fear, of doubt
that you will ever enter
a stable orbit.
Although obscured,
to some, invisible;
as with all creation,
the flaws revealed
a beauty stronger,
more intense than perfection.

This sun sets
six months to the day,
I first heard the sound.
Sharp cracking,
fine crystal shatter,
a high-pitched scream
not even the stars could hear.
The absurdity never apparent
until the realization
of complete strangers.

The beauty of you,
your reflection a mirror
of me, a reminder
of my own loveliness;
your support maintaining
my wobbling orbit.
Passion, intensity, bravery
glow different hues,
disguised sometimes as
brash, sometimes angry,
but always lovely
even in heartbreak.

The heavens align only
a few times within our lives.
I pray the time comes
that shines the sun's warming
rays upon you once more.
Embrace that warmth,
flawed though it may be.
Know that the cold and dark
will come, but they make
the light so much more
precious.

The beauty of you
is such so that
if wasted, a crime.