Our names, were already whispered by the Sky!

What do you think dear
should we fear the falling stars of now, the political crises crescendoing hourly, instantly rising and falling… or reach towards another type of Star, latch onto to one particular One and live there forever or,
until morning comes from afar. At least,
Like the wise men, we must look up to know;
until the glow finds us finally laughing back at it, we hook up to know
the falling snow and, us waiting (one of the other, and sometimes both) breaks the fire from our bones, and breaks us, into fire; and all our fears, year after year.
Melt into a face which we already know.
Our names were already whispered.
Written now in snow,
and we are just sky writing here
or watchers, gazing upwards through snow at stars
we already are…
we are tethered on a higher star than today’s
friend. We must lasso that Star to aid these falling ones…
at least we can do that while staring at the skies tonight.
My forever Love.