The Planetarium of Stars...

its 2am lying on the hood of his truck, 
with my head on his shoulder and my heart in his hand, 
there is no spoken conversation to speak of 
no exchange of word nor phrase 
just gazing wide eyed, jaw dropped, up at the dazzling night. 
sing me that sweet lullaby so that my eyes would sink 
and i would fall asleep with him beneath the planetarium of stars. 
his arm around my shoulders for support as i dream of northern lights and whispers of pine 
seemless thoughts of crisp wind and solar eyes. 
i wish to hold them in my arms like he does me 
his breath in warm mumbles in my ear: 
shh baby, you can sleep, im right here. 
So huddle in close, 
the cool of the air becoming more prominent. 
he makes me feel safe, that silly boy of mine. 
and we fall asleep beneath our planetarium of stars.