wake up, i have to show you something

my cold knuckles rap

against your window pane

(mere pebbles could not

have summoned you)

to open up and look

into this face -

see what i have brought,

i have some of it

here in my hand.

it's dust, yes,

not the common garden variety,

but older than this world.

it has stared at the sun

(without blinking)

since the beginning.

look up, follow my finger,

there, in the velvet night,

hanging above the world

like a carnival balloon:

i've chiseled the moon

into a heart, for you.

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Also an entry at allpoetry dot com. Man, there seems to be a lot of these. ;-)

The prompt here was: The Shape of a Heart - obvious first thought was the classic Sting song '(That's Not) The Shape of My Heart' but sanity prevailed and this came out. Managed to get the set up going quite well before the conclusion. Really enjoyed writing this one.