a billion one a billion two sheep

I counted all the words I said
to you, counted them, counted them

there were ten 
million like the stars above
a dead field of lost sentences, that let
one word grow like the moon, 
and that word was love
because
till then I would have never examined the dark
spread of all my thoughts formed,
spoken, piercing, tiny bolts through the sky 
and thought it too far too abstract, but
you took my hand and brushing the milky way
let those stars fall, so I learned 
those tears cried the same synonyms 
for happiness while they dropped and crashed
beyond that hiding horizon protecting waging truth against life
as dawn shattered and froze and spoke
while the sun erased it all, ten million times ten
thousands of people forgot me, as you woke