Nebula's Lasting Wish Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I don’t know how to
Hold back.
As soon as I wake up
I use up all my batteries.
I shoot all the arrows from
My quiver into her heart at once,
But she is still standing.
I take up the rosy mountain
With it’s rainy fedora on
My shoulders
And place it on her doorstep,
So she can step outside
And go skiing.
I swallow the oceans
And all the seas
To fill up her vases, and
Then I hold up the
Netherlands at gunpoint,
To steal every last one of
Their flowers, which I present
To her with a box of chocolates.
I swat down airplanes and
Nearby planets I string together
With the guts of comets to
Make a mobile I hang over her
Bed, to put her to peaceful sleep.
I pull up the skin of the earth
For a blanket to keep her warm
From November to February.
When I wake up,
I have mighty great strength,
But I don’t know how to hold
Back for her.
As soon as I wake up
I use up all I have on her,
Until my gravitational field
Becomes weak, my electrons escape,
And I come apart in a fiery nebula
That watches over her helpless
To do more for her all of her days,
Except that I can shine down through
Her window at night,
And she can read for as long as she
Wishes by my dying light.