They are fragments of my
Orbit, colliding with yours;
We leave stardust behind.
You, your heavenly presence,
Your sheen, and shimmering
Surface drove comets to the brink
Of insanity.
You open your eyes, and
God, do I see; infinite is your
Reach; a bittersweet melody
Echoes off the meteors;
They are crying.
The sleepwalking celestial
Spirits are on verge of
A destruction worthy
Of the twelve stars
Exploding omnidirectionally;
You were the death
Of the Zodiac.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...
