My sunshine goes to sleep again, only to reveal the beautiful sky they hide beneath their skin. Bright stars and burning comets, your tears are like burning asteroids falling from the sky. Constellations spell your stories, they show what you've seen, what you've said, and what you've done, who you are and who you will become. I see everything you hate, but love it all the same, maybe one star isn't as bright, but to me it just evens out your sky. Everyone tries to discover just how far you go, how deep you are, but no matter their efforts, it'll be generations before anyone really knows every planet and star that makes you who you are. I'm one of them too, but I'm farther away than most, I can't see you face to face, but I can see your light just the same. Your constellations of freckles and your laughter just as clear, maybe not directly, but loud enough to hear. I see every tear, but I'm too far to wipe it away, so instead I send you my love to dry them for one more day.
