SMC

An ethereal reality Your spiral arm grows close to me Interstellar media Are now whites and blues I am an irregular You see beauty in my lack of form My unidentifiable Shape intrigues you I am not the only cloud That orbits around you I may be the smaller of two But my dust and particles Light up at the thought Of belonging to you You are my closest friend In this galactic sea that never ends You illuminate The depths of space A beautiful connection I dream of being your reflection A mirror image Of your starry face Your constellated freckles I trace I am not the only cloud That orbits around you I may be the smaller of two But my dust and particles Light up at the thought Of belonging to you Time passes by Our distance seems to become Measurable Lightyears shy A slowly diminishing sum As parts of me become stars in you I’ll continue to burn bright Brighter than 10,000 suns As you swarm around my core And our bodies finally collide Our bodies, our bodies I am not the only cloud That orbits around you I may be the smaller of two But my dust and particles Light up at the thought Of belonging to you