star gazers

"I love you to the stars and back" you assured me, dressed in a fashion best described as 'out of this world'. Balancing the weight of the world on your shoulders and maintaining a look of elegance.
Your eyes dance like the northern lights, and bring me back to childhood memories of tiger stripped ice cream and camping in my back yard. I knew then, like I know now, that everything is ok, everything will be ok.
Tonight, the planets must be aligned, everything is perfect, like a shooting star, or jeans fresh out of the dryer on an icy January morning. Your arms wrap around me like the rings of Saturn as we drift to sleep wrapped up in each other, unaware of everything except ourselves.
This is better than saturday morning cartoons.