light years away from us,
a star is exploding, wiping out an entire galaxy.
in another universe,
an armada of spaceships we mistaken
for a flock of stars is fleeting to find a new home.
under this dome of celestial bodies -with you,
all the wars and explosions above
turn into tender pulses of starlight
that we make stellar cartography of,
creating direction from all the uncertainties.
And maybe someday our love
will be so great it turns into a myth,
our very own constellation to honor us.
two young gods with a framework
made out of new born stars.
stars are dying silently but here we are,
me lying beside you
admiring this massive massacre.
the sky is a paradise on fire
and we’re watching it burn.
cosmic dust and residue sifting down on earth,
filling our lungs making them ache.
our corneas burning from all the light
and it makes me wonder if
we looked directly into God’s eyes.
if the sun would burst at any moment
and the light cleanses our
flesh—separating soul from body,
I would be happy.
knowing we are a part of this
graceful process of destruction.
it will be a warm goodnight.
“The second that I saw you, I knew you weren’t the same man that I knew two and a half years ago; I mean, you’ve changed, Dale. You The way you hold yourself, the look in your eyes.That edge you had from Iraq is gone. Now, I know there’s only one thing that can do that.”
I’d like to apologize now for the possible overload of all things Notre Dame I post in the next few days. Really, I’m not sorry though. I’m so excited to be reunited with classmates and friends and so proud to be an alumni of her great university. LOVE THEE NOTRE DAME.