for many long years
i have sat under the stars
and waited for them to fall
holding their light
inside of my eyes
even when it was so dark
that demons and angels alike
were blind underneath the sky
unable to find their god
and i will wait here
until the night lights blink out
and we are alone again
i will tell you the memories held in my mind
of the gods and planets whose death i have witnessed
and all that has grown from the rubble
reborn from the lost life
to remind you that hope spring eternal
and not even the fallen truly die
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
