Star Flower: Proof of Me

I live my life at night, telling stories between moonbeams of galaxies that never were.

“My son,” I whisper as the winds fall still “you are proof of my existence, that a father’s love never dies.”

Immutable as stars, we are. Her heartbeat on my chest our child in my arms.

Building a future made of dreams, between our dawn and our destiny this proof of me will never burn.