A world composed of you (poetry)

A world composed of stars 
might be beautiful,
but would fade each day at dawn


A universe made of music, 
might sound divine,  but what remains
when the orchestra retires,  it's instruments mute?


Dreams created by a writer 
fill pages; fill books
yet evaporate when the last word is read 


A world composed only of you
excludes reality, precludes logic
allows room for a single admirer

How fortunate to be the one 

























thank you Emily Dickinson