Lost count of the days passed,
Since I last saw her like a boat,
As night kept falling, falling fast,
Without her, light fell, fell short.
New day, new clay over brain cells,
So it quit venting the moon's leave,
So it quit racing the heart's impulse,
That I may curl into a cozy dream.
I was a kid, I'd recall constellations,
Of the December skies, till I fell ill,
Catching cold from icy ventilation,
Now I forget the names, dull memory.
I called out, and kept them for hours,
And those I didn't know names of,
I called them synonymous to yours,
The name my lips didn't want gone.
All you tiny specks of infinite zeal,
Scattered wide in space so deeper,
Than I'd plunge into, till I heal,
All of you stars listen, till I shimmer.
Here are my thoughts, clear as day,
Laid out, going over and under,
Light years later, or earlier, say,
Here's my speech with myself.
The day I stop gazing, remember me,
Always by your side, squinting eyes,
For more stars; Tonight, remember me,
Not afraid of a future in rains and lights.
See that I could've stargazed forever,
I would've and I wouldn't have stopped,
Even if, even when you seeked never,
Eyes that gazed, nor heart that hoped.
Now the night has fallen, fallen hard,
One of these days, the boat will return,
I won't, I lost count of hours passed,
Since I last saw the boat shaped moon.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
