You are the starlight in my starless night. 

The moonglow in my wine.

My eyes slowly droop
Under the cover of the ersatz forgetfulness and sedation, 
Deep into my slumbrus abode,
To my nightly home where I restlessly drowse, 
We are together.

Where the stars fill my heart 
Not the sky.
Glittering on the backs of eyelids.

That is you.

The starlight in my starless, coal-black night.

As I sleep.
Rest. 
Awake once more.

Blink in the sunlight of remembrance.
Rub my eyes.
Try to create new stars.