Your laughter, a scattered cluster of Pleiades,
twinkling against the backdrop of a crowded room.
My gaze, a lost astronomer,
searching for the pattern that binds you,
a map drawn in dimples and the way your hair falls.
Silence stretches, a vast, inky canvas,
until a question escapes your lips, a shooting star,
brief, brilliant, charting a course between us.
Words, hesitant constellations, take form,
nebulas swirling with unspoken desires.
I trace the outline of your smile,
a crescent moon guiding me closer.
Hearts beat in a celestial rhythm,
a binary code only we understand.
In the tapestry of the night,
you become my North Star, a constant,
guiding me home through the endless dark,
a constellation etched forever on my soul.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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