Stardust V

For once, my room has good lighting.
It is not from the lamp that hangs from the
ceiling, casting a yellow glow.
It is from the moonlight
washing
over you.
Washing
over me.
For once, I truly see you. You are
so much more than the writer or the
artist or the brilliant mind.

This night, I see the stardust in your bones.
I see you are more than the flesh and blood
and teeth on the outside. That beauty stops
on the outside.
But my dear, you are beautiful,
inside and
out.
Your stardust is beautiful.
And for once, I see you.