*though two broken people
will never outrun
the breaking dawn
in your tired eyes
colours slowly vanishing
are the vast galaxies
grace of the heavenly bodies
so gently encased
and in your thinning veins
i still feel your blood
streaming wildly
like comets running
in the dead of night
in the depths of
my shattered heart
i feel the threads
of tonight's sky—
the tightrope we
have so carefully
tiptoed on, daunted
by the morning sun
—slowly fraying
as we watch all of the stars fade
one by one into morning
and Venus comes to light
your flaming touch is
slipping through my fingers
a bitter end
of our last night*
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
*though two broken people
will never outrun
the breaking dawn
in your tired eyes
colours slowly vanishing
are the vast galaxies
grace of the heavenly bodies
so gently encased
and in your thinning veins
i still feel your blood
streaming wildly
like comets running
in the dead of night
in the depths of
my shattered heart
i feel the threads
of tonight's sky—
the tightrope we
have so carefully
tiptoed on, daunted
by the morning sun
—slowly fraying
as we watch all of the stars fade
one by one into morning
and Venus comes to light
your flaming touch is
slipping through my fingers
a bitter end
of our last night*
"lumière, darling. lumière over me."
