Dots in the Sky

Moonlight could guide us
through this ocean of stars
to that shipwreck
on the other shore.
There, amidst diesel fumes
and broken boards,
we could dine on tins of sardines
and cans of brown bread.
We would lie on our backs,
our bellies full.
We’d hold hands, loosely,
and discuss
the perfection of circles
and whether or not
we’re all just
dots in the sky.
We could listen to the rings of Saturn
spinning for our pleasure
and watch the stars slowly burn out.
A moment would come,
where your eye would glisten, shine
like starlight, like
the only light
I ever wanted or needed,
and we would be
enough.