is their enough inside my heart

that remembers itself as stars

to spend one moment

in the planetary system

of your eyes

or would you fear

to see

what I might see

reflected in the mirror

of my own seeing

when I have sought

the darkness also

with the light

to find what orbits

inside myself

and then remember

what here is made of stars

and shine them 

back into the intimate

of the universe 

you hold inside

when love is more 

than seeing

or being seen

but making peace

with what is found

in the mirror

of parallel galaxies 

and you are 

the complex 

of the truth of beauty

my heart was born

to find