I waited for you there.
Down at the bottom of the garden, where the universe opens up.
Tiptoeing between fallen leaves and black holes.
Coughing up lunar dust from the departing moon.
Arriving in your spectral way, a moth on the surface.
A white wash of misery and decay.
I never understood why you ran away;
to the mountains, to the forest.
To breathe and live again.
I never knew I was the reason you returned.
You traded pain for love.
Cast it out on the spider webs of the Milky Way.
Letting it hang in the morning light.
Hoping for it to fade.
I wore my naivety proudly like a badge.
Puffed chest and wide eyed.
I thought I could make you live again.
And when we kissed, I felt the rush of protons pulling me.
But it wasn’t enough.
I could not prevent the fall. The supernova there to engulf us.
So I watched you depart.
Lifting up through the trees like a ray of light.
As I mourned our deaths deep down in the soil.
Where you buried me.
When this is over, and the world has sighed.
That feeling you once had for me will fire.
Burning up within you like a roman candle.
Like holy vestments you’ll put me on. Pulling me close to your skin.
After the flood and the flames, and stormy tongues.
No longer chocking on the backwash of us.
The taste in your mouth that makes you sick.
Don’t swallow this anymore. The fractured dreams and candies off the floor.
When the clouds have rolled on, storming someone else’s world; I’ll take your hand.
And you can feel for my heartbeat. The one that beats only for you.
Drop your gaze and your guard, and let me in again.
Through the thorns and barricades. The brick walls of stubbornness.
The fortress I had to burn.
Let me dwell within you once more, and light up your eyes like starlight.
This shooting star that you bottled, keeping secret and safe.
I will be a happy prisoner, locked in love.
Covering the ashes on your soul, that is really stardust.
Taking you higher than the moon.