Galaxies

Waiting, satellite eyes closed.
Daylight, waiting to come awake.
Rainy, the sound of your breath awash. Under low light we are orbiting stars.
Hold on, abandoned eyes.
A light.
Nothing: satellite sky, a wall.
Under low light we are starless and bright. The earth so far and air so thin.
Our orbit is way out.
No gravity, and aimlessly we long to wake up.
We: permanent dreamlike.
Our eyes will stay shut.
Stay put.
Wake up.