Pauper Prince

I wish I could send a flutter of butterflies to drink your tears,
The ones you cry, lonely, into an all too familiar pillow.
I wish I could send flights of nightingales to you,
To sing sweet songs into your dreams,
Stitching them tightly with woven melodies,
Embroidered through with lilting happiness.
I wish I could throw stardust into your emptiness,
Creating a new universe to fill the void inside of you,
Spanning the chasm of your solitude,
With glittering starburst galaxies.
You, prince of the Heavens,
But pauper on Earth,
Deserve such riches as this world has never seen.