I’ll try making this a happy one.
“Hey,” you whisper to me,
“I have to show you something.”
I open my eyes, slowly,
adjusting to the darkness,
and to the shape kneeling by my bedside.
I can see the mischievous glint in your eye
as you eye me putting on some warm clothes.
we drive so far that it would’ve been sunrise,
but when you said, “We’re here.”
it was still dark.
You held my hand
And led me through a maze of stairs
before reaching a door.
You smiled that mischievous smile
which promised me a wonderful time.
And it sure did, because
When you opened the door,
the sky was infinite.
The stars were spilled out like a packet of silver glitter
and the moon forgot that there was a party
and the sound of the sea vibrated through my bones
and to you.
As if it wasn’t perfect already,
you took my hand, placed it on your shoulder,
took the other in your hand,
while your other hand rested on my hips.
You whispered, “Happy birthday,”
against my mouth, so soft that I could barely hear it,
and we began to sway,
to the sound of the water lapping against the rocks.
To the sound of the wind rustling the trees.
To the sound that the stars made,
heard by everyone who wants to listen.