Sometimes the universe is caught
In your eyes, lit up by laughter,
in her tears, sliding over pale cheeks
In magic he made for you,
Of glitter and tea, a child's potion.
Sometimes the stars blur,
Becoming fairy wings glittering in the setting sun
Or crushed glass under water and lights.
Stirred by winds, invisible fingers
Trailing through the memories of today and tomorrow.
Sometimes the universe falls at your feet,
Silken black, begging for forgiveness
At the shortness of breath,
The dying light at the tips of your fingers
At the end of the miracle, stardust crumbles
Caught only in photographs and memories.