Saturday, December 27, 2014

Sketching Stars with Ink

Oh universe
With your dark nights of booze filled comets
Leaving trails of spark and decay
Like glitter leftover from a teenage party

Oh universe
Vacuous hole taking us all into the fold
Then spitting us out old, to lick our wounds
Delicate scrapes in the shapes of planets
Yet to be discovered

What have you given us? But stardust...
What have you given us that we have not
Tried to find ourselves?
If only for a fragile second
With our strung out hearts
With our simple minds

Oh universe
How you have stretched and bloated over time
Will it be you who gives birth
To a new night?
To a new star so bright that it refuses to burn out
To die

With ink I sketch the stars
Knowing time is heartbreaks alarm clock

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