Starshine

You speak to me, and when you do, in a warm, thick blanket I am encased. My spine is soothed by words of pure velvet and my temples tingle with a quiet delight.

You speak to me here, in the stillness and depth of the night and in this still, harsh world, I am not alone. The stars glint through cover of cloud, casting sparkles on the counterpane; the same stars that glimmer on the surface of your sea.

How, then, can we either of us be alone when united we are by those tenacious stars?

Hours later, your voice is alive in my mind, struggling for space, jostling for a place and I throw whatever I can find upon its fire in the hope of keeping warm.

Hours after that, the cold begins to creep callously back in. I look to the sky and hope there will be star shine tonight.