visions by daylight

visions by daylight

there is twilight in his eyes
shimmering, complete
full of distant stars i’ve never even dreamed
ripe for picking
full and near in his sky

how bright my sight must be!
with only whispers of constellations
pinpricks of light on an incomplete tapestry

there are new odysseys to be weaved
between each faraway sun and me;
my mythology is still being sewn

the needle brings new ships of friends,
new heroes with yet unsung legends to forge
only in night can the astrology be read
never at noon,
never before