You are the starlight in my starless night. 

Moonglow is my wine of choice these days.

But my eyes will slowly droop down and under the covers as the ersatz forgetfulness and sedation take me to my slumbrus abode.

To my nightly home where I restlessly drowse, and we are together. Where the stars fill my heart, not the sky. They glitter on the backs of my 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 and try to recreate the stars.