Dust to gather
And build castles made of solitude
As my gloved hand reaches
To depth of darkened sky
In night's absolution
Glittering and cold

Hearts can still sink
In zero-gravity
We all feel so alone
As we wrap in cloaks of black
Listening to heavenly
Melody of crashing comets

You cannot see my smile
As I drift away
Sunshine reflection
On closed spacesuit visor
Frozen tears gather
And shatter into a thousand stars

(continuation of my poem "Coriander and Ash")

Giant evening table
Bearing rotten fruit
Root vegetables
Take root
Anchored in oak

Tarnished silver plates
With bent utensil
Made to cut
Through meat-
Rife with gangrenous
Marbling

Carafes of red vinegar
In skeletal hands
Adorned with golden rings
Mirroring
Golden chalices
Absent of glimmering jewels

Stained napkins
Lay in laps
With chalice raised
To sallow lips
Dying collared dinner shirts
And yellowed evening blazers
Black in candlelight