Rooted Over Stars

She touched me, not with her 

hands,

but with an open mind to truly 

let me in.

She anchored me in a consistent

truth,

holding me in a stillness that 

leaves me scared of the end.

My cosmic lover—she is no mere

whisper,

but an open declaration for all 

to hear, breathing us into 

existence.

Rooting for us over the stars,

for our whole bodies to meld,

awakening an ancient 

reminiscence.

—JG  ©2026