I feel you in this memory.
Vibrant like dust.
Speckled in the shining light you shimmered.
When the moon drew old.
And Saturn’s rings fell.
The ice age came upon my heart.
The powerful goodbye, the struggled smile.
Trapped now in my amber mind.
You’re a faded star, the core at my centre.
Which swirls around with love and lava.
Fallen empires and fallen stars.
Shooting across our fluttering souls.
Yet god’s volcanic change of heart.
Became our endless Pompeii.
The stars are so bright tonight.
It sounds childish, that you want it to last forever.
You see the same in my eyes.
Stretching the night.
Trusting the darkness.
Tomorrow was a failure.
Today is weakened by the sight of it.
That returning thought of Saturn.
Shrinking once more into the horizon.
You marked it there.
When you had nothing to lose.
It’s easy to hope for the dawn to take you.
Easy to grapple that hand of mine into yours.
Sending postcards and roses to your sixteen year old self.
A secret message that you made it.
It’s harder to wipe the sleep from your eyes.
Harder to beckon the day.
Which threatens to stain us like the ones before.
When we were lonely.
And afraid.
Havoc and Consequence 