Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations

And of Adelasters We Return

As I lay on my back,
Staring up at millions of Adelasters,
Wondering faintly—
How their twinkling can be seen—
From a place as mundane as here,
And all I can think—
Is of how much more glorified—
It'd be with you.
You—who'd mutter them to me,
Their veriloquent nature—
Like sugar on your ever-sweet tongue.
You—whose eyes would glaze off,
As if you were in a place—
So otherworldly,
So distanced,
Because you saw them.
Miles off—you saw the stars—
As more than nameless twinkles...
As distant suns...
As rolling, twisting fire...
You saw their beauty.
You saw mine.
And now,
With you joined in their place of otherworld—
Of beyond—
There's no one to witness—
In the cryptoscopophiliac way—
That you could...
That you would...
No one to see them.
No one to see me.
They're invisible in this new world—
This empty world—
With no you to make them important.
No you to make them real.
As am I.
I stare blankly at the vast night sky,
Stretching on to infinite distances,
Wondering of who we used to be.
Back when you named the Adelasters—
Giving the unknown a meaning they had never been blessed with prior—
As you did me.
And now—
We're all merely nameless twinkles...
Distant suns...
Rolling, twisting fire—
With so little time before we die out...
As we all will.
Be plucked out of earthly life—
To dance among the stars—
Become the stars—
As we are all doomed to the Adelaster fate of forgotten oblivion.
You wait for me in the sky.
You say "welcome, Brother—
welcome home."