My memory's memory will whisper your name
as our spirits take hand, drifting through stardust.
Civilizations will rise and fall, and so too shall man,
but your name will be uttered, echoed across the land.

I will sketch your eyes amongst the clouds,
Purple mountains unveil your silhouette
For a world without you is but mud on my feet.
Your beauty transcends time and my heartstrings take hold.

We find ourselves in the inky black of the night sky,
a vacuum of nothingness as far as the eye can see.
But still my imprint turns and it catches your gaze,
and whispers my love, as we journey on.

I want the ash to descend upon my corpse.
Bury me where I lie, cover me in silt
forget the hearse and just let me ******* go
Why oh why must the sunset not come today?
I love you so deeply WHY AM I SO ******* AFRAID?
I will never lose this heart, this love, this dream,
but why?
Why?
Why?
Do you not understand what these words mean?

I hear a song in the blink of your eyes.
A small slice of peace, immersed in the grief.
Dream of sunsets in your grin's coy surprise.
A window of joy, a sigh of relief.

I ponder the thought of an empty moon.
Candlelight snuffed, thoughtlessly they consume
the thoughts of the mind, endless periled doom.
Do not fear, for we too shall join you soon.

Happily take the bullets in my hand.
Red wine poured out, trickling along the path.
Eyes wide in fear, survey the aftermath.
My knees buckle and I sink in the sand.

The slice of silver pierces my rib cage,
and the moonskin peels back, sighting my rage.

Look at the sun rise over the bay.
Watch the blinking hatchling emerge from its egg.
A brother and sister dance in their school play.
Laugh at a toddler wobbly take his first steps.
Think of the puppy as he yips for a kiss.
That moment you felt opening your first Christmas gift.

Give it some time, let this bliss soak through
and then you'll understand how I feel about you.

Oh to taste the sensation of the sun,
its crystalline embers upon your back.
Embrace the baby blue warmth with a glow.
Soon the cocoon shall burst its full array.
and the moment will begin to decay
until all that remains is gray and fun.

Why Lord for all my quirks am I mundane?
Just a blank canvas with piercing static.
A makeshift fool with a penchant for life.
Blood curdled by mud pooled down at my feet.
I long for the days of charcoal and pain.

With lights dimmed twilight I scream at my Lord
begging for knowledge, a glimmer or sign
that it will be okay, and you are mine.
not for a blink, but for the rest of time.
For now I shall pray until you are bored.