Nostalgia | ✔

Stardust

often in the middle
of a starry night
oh ever so slowly
my drowsy eyelids part
when i'm kissed by them
the same old
precious than gold
long lost memories
that reside in the halls
of my tired heart
and silently slip out
oh ever so slowly
from the crevices
of my parted eyelids
like a lovely stroke
of broken art

my tremblin' fingers
find their way
to the wet corners
of my heavy eyes
that are deeper than
the scarlet hues of
endless skies
and i feel stardust
painted right there
which makes me smile
because isn't it made
of the remnants
of a nostalgic dream
which held your soul
that my cold fingers
could never do

and it's such a pity
that makes me sigh
'cause i miss the way
you made me feel
hung up ever so high
among the floatin' clouds
and a tilted moon
often in the middle
of a starry night
oh ever so slowly
when i didn't have
to search out for you
at the wet corners
of my heavy eyes
which are painted
with crispy stardust
for it is made
of the remnants
of a nostalgic dream
which hold your soul
that my cold fingers
with warmth so few
could never do
could never do..

Author's Note

In short, all she can do is find him in the remnants of her dreams that leave sand (stardust) at the corner of her eyes when she wakes up in the middle of the night. :')

Should I switch back to rhyme or free verse is fine for a while? :)

Much Love xX
Hazel *-*