The room was full of stars.
Their light white, iridescent.

The blue behind them, darker
than my darkest dream.

He was there.  He wore
a shirt embroidered with stars.

Against that night sky,
I could barely see him.

I thought it better to stay,
discontent as I was.

As I woke, he threw
open the window.

The vacuum was broken.
All of the stars rushed out.