Lover and Fighter

Lover and a Fighter

If I had a wish
I would wish to sit on the tip of the crescent moon with you
And fish for dusting comets as we listen to the twinkling stars talk.
Your nesting head would lean against my rugged arm
I would feel your gold silken hair blanket along the thresh of my skin.
Your arms would delicately wrap around mine as you sigh loud enough for me to smile.

If I had a chance
I would fight a thousand nations of a hundred worlds
If it meant to be by your side.
I would fight till my hands were laced with tears
From your eyes, but not from sadness but from knowing
That even through the murky depths of death
I will find my wings from you.