He loves her

He loves her
perhaps too much
that a thousand lightyears cannot hide
her moon from his eyes
and while others hold hands
with a blanket of kisses on their skin
he leaps to faith with the sun
and stares at her soul, full of dreams

“Madness" the sun whispers
'Life' he answers

So every night
he plots the stars, measuring distance from dreams
hoping that he could trap
her light in his body
until it swells, until it hurts
and makes him dissolve into the night
so he could also be happy
so he could be one with her moonlight

Because he loves her
perhaps too much
That he might just be
the first person who will die
counting stars.