30/30 – Day 6
You tell me that love is temporary, fleeting.
I tell you that love is the single candle in a desert of dark,
a beacon homewards that we follow blindly across treacherous terrain
that for all you may stumble, may fall, may break
this is what it means to be alive.
I tell you love is trying to hold a newborn star
within the hollow of your ribcage, and for all you may try to hide it
flesh and bone become a lantern,
lit by the ever present glow from the inside –
You tell me all things die eventually,
even the stars.