Ideally

In an ideal world,
I'd never hide a thing,
and we'd be as open
as newborn stars,
letting everything shine
in awkward brilliance.

And I would never fear
what it is
you and I have secreted away,
these pocketed insecurities,
or what truths may be
misconstrued.

Because I want to be faithful
as the oldest stars,
those that guide you
on the dark sea,
and the truth
our Rosetta
that opens understanding.

And when your fingers
brush away the dust,
tracing the fine lines
of this soul as you decipher
the rhymes and reasons,
I only want
that brilliance returned,
that we may live
without fear.