but too soon
your stars and my fantasy are overthrown
as dawn’s first light returns home
so, my hands brace for a last touch
cascade off your chin and fall into oblivion
as a new day vanishes my elaborate play
and if you were here with me this morning
also lost in this deafening silence,
you’d hear the screams of a longing
that had gone unnurtured
a wish….like a baby in your arms
as it dies
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
but too soon
your stars and my fantasy are overthrown
as dawn’s first light returns home
so, my hands brace for a last touch
cascade off your chin and fall into oblivion
as a new day vanishes my elaborate play
and if you were here with me this morning
also lost in this deafening silence,
you’d hear the screams of a longing
that had gone unnurtured
a wish….like a baby in your arms
as it dies
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