Quiet Space of Stars and Sky

It's not easy to live,
Between the glitter and the grey,
Between the quiet space of stars and sky,
And to love as the waxing moon,
with a heart half full.

Lightning strikes from the soul.
And a noise bellows forth from the horizon.
Forged from an ancient silence.
I've heard its song since I was a child.
A declaration of love
And a war on the qualities of mankind.

From that majestic mountain ether
I hear the voice of my mother.
Not the one I was born from,
But perhaps a previous incarnation,
Another life.

As I lift my gaze skyward
Like the face of a blooming flower,
I find this concept of eternity
Engaging me in its light.

We lock eyes like two lovers
And yearn for one another, Connected as star-crossed companions
Until the day I die.

My body is but a fragment
A spirit vessel, stagnant
We are dreamt into this existence
With loneliness at our side.

To live is to build
upon the dying and the dead
Making their bones our homes
And their blood our bread.
Silhouettes of spavined sapiens.

Infinity is unattainable
And our present is ephemeral
This makes life so radical
And the only peace we get
Is rest our bodies in an earthen bed

When the dream is over
we awaken from this slumber
And return to the realms of the dead
And have the living, live in our stead.

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