A/N: I was in the mood to write poetry. If you can call this poetry.

Disclaimer: James and Lily belong to JKR. Drops of Jupiter belongs to Train. I own a mac and a brain (even if it is tiny and incapable of remembering anything unless it's sprawled up my arm in black ink.)


He's the planets,

the stars,

the skies,

The clouds,

the winds,

the sun's rise.

She's the ground,

the seasons,

the grass,

The flowers,

the trees,

the river's pass.

Pluto-black hair,

Venus hazel eyes,

and all the recklessness of a shooting star.

Hair of an autumn leaf,

sea green eyes,

and all the control of a subtle spring night.

He wanted to dance on the last light of day,

With her at his side.

She wanted to curl up under woolen blankets,

With him at her side.

He wanted to fly and soar

and glide and roar

She wanted to walk and run

and sing and have fun

(He wanted to have fun, too.

Just not the way she did.)

(She thought he was being ridiculous.

But it was okay, because she loved him.

Just don't tell him that.)

(He thought she was being ridiculous, too.

But it was okay, because he loved her, too.

Just don't tell her that.)

"If I fle y,

all the way to Mars

It's red like your hair.

But if I flew,

And never came back

ever

would you miss me?"

"Why would you want

to fly away?

The ground is lovely.

It's always here

and it won't ever leave

and it will always catch you."

(She would miss him.

Probably too much.)

(He would miss her.

Probably too much.)

"I don't like the ground.

It's too reliable.

I like

Not

Knowing

Where

I'm

Going.

It's all part of the thrill.

If you'll fall or fly."

"Well that's stupid."

"Well that's the truth."

"How will you fly?

You have no wings."

"That's where you come in.

You'll be

my wings."

"I don't want to fly.

You

can't

make

me."

"Don't you ever feel

the NEED

to leave?"

"Never.

Never ever.

Never ever ever."

"What if

you took my hand

and we flew away

together?"

"What if

you took my hand

and we run away

together?"

"It's not the

same."

"It's not the

same."

"Why don't you

like the stars?

They shine

like your eyes.

And burn with

Power

and

Intensity

which your eyes do

when you're passionate

about things."

"Why don't you

like the trees?

They stand TALL

and proud

like you.

And live

to

tell legends

which you will do

someday.

I think."

"Trees are so

placid.

I don't stay

in one place to g.

Trees

spend their

WHOLE

lives

in one place."

"Stars are so

powerful.

I don't burn

or bring light

or heat

wherever I go.

Stars

do that

all

the time."

"That's not true.

You bring

light

and

warmth

and

everything else

wherever you're near

me."

"That's not true.

You stay

in one place

when I'm there.

You stay

with me

sometimes."

"I stay

because

you're

there.

Anywhere

is worth staying

if you're there."

"I bring

light

and

warmth

and

everything else

because

you're

there.

Coming out

of my (shell)

is worth it

if you're

around."

"I'll

tell you

what.

Why don't

we

make a deal?

Every su e

and set

where

the earth

meets

the sky

you'll leave the

ground

and

I'll leave the

sky

and

we can dance

on the last light of day

or curl up

in woolen blankets

or do anything

as long as the other

is there."

"Deal.

As

l o n g

as

you're

there."

"Deal.

I'll

always

be there."


A/N: Yeah, I don't know either.