As the sun crests the pale of my window,

A spark in my soul kindles like a red bow.

A longing, which licks at the base of my heart,

A wistful gaze, that knows not where to start.

As day star grows and the nights cool embrace wanes,

Blinding my eyes as it peeks through my panes,

I reach for a hand, which should be within grasp,

Only to find soft cloth, and hear only my own gentle rasp.

A dream, yet again, fading now from sight,

The ephemeral embrace which had held me tight,

Her eyes made of her stars and her hair like a blaze,

Arms holding us together, twin hearts in a haze.

Alas, the night mistress fades in to the seam,

My heart left alone, with naught but a dream.

The sun now rises, burning away the last traces in the sky,

As I'm left staring up with a wistful sigh.

Perhaps tomorrow, I'll once again dream of the maiden of stars,

And perhaps again, the night will be ours.

idk why I decided to share this lol. Take this moment of sapphic longing, and have a good laugh I guess.