The stars are weightless to you. You hold them.
Spinning and swirling in concentric circles.
You pull it all in. We gravitate.
When were you not? When will you cease?
Everlasting to everlasting. You speak of infinite.
Where the sky meets the sea, that’s where you’ll be.
Your voice is fluid. It rushes and spreads. It fills every void.
In places where I am weak, you flood.
You drown me. You are not efficient. You do not measure out.
You are overwhelming, encompassing.
I have fallen in. I have choked on your salty waves.
When you meet us in the sky, will i see?