Under Shattered Starry Skies

A poem

Photo by Umberto on Unsplash

Perhaps love can be most true
When you will never be loved by your belovèd

When under shattered starry skies

You will never be theirs
And they will never be yours

But you love them still…
in your freedom.

Sometimes those stars
Feel like ten swords

piercing you through

But simply in surrender
are the shadows raised into the light

through a selfless love, where

No conditions have to be met
No wings have to be clipped

and, even as the universe expands,
No distance will be too far for you