The Collector

Your presence lies scattered all around my home.
Like those stars around the moon,
They brighten me to your eyes.
At day, I go unnoticed into another world.
In such times, I gather those stars closer to me,
In a wishful indulgence. Who can explain this
Greed in me to collect what is about you.
Let me be the collector and you can be the creator,
And I will relive beauty, yet again…..