A starlit dance beneath the expanse

long and dark are the nights
cold and devoid of light
i hear the stars sing...
bittersweet...here i lie, a broken thing
stuck on my side of the bed
four post prison in my head
no rest, no sleep, no peace
for the wicked, sweetling
so here i sit and watch the night sky
and wish that i could, with you fly
can you see the same moon rise,
from where you lie?
stars once sang such a lovely song
will my queen someday sing along?
what i'd give to hear your voice
echoes ring...empty since you made your choice
to go to where i dare not tread
not here, not now, when there's much to do
and so little time, before my eyes close
and i lay me down in my final repose
for now, i cultivate hope...hard won patience...
that when i reach the clearing at the end of the path
my hand and heart will no longer be vacant
embers which lie in wait, covered in ash
will burn anew, with a passionate fury
if only the sands of time would hurry...