I see you in the stars,
by the shadows of my back.
reflections in your image, holding on to hope.
I look at my pores, impregnated by tears of sorrow.
Of an ancient tune, of nurtured love that has yet to bloom.
For until we meet again, dust is what you are.
My body is your coffin, an instrument for you heartbeat.
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC
I see you in the stars,
by the shadows of my back.
reflections in your image, holding on to hope.
I look at my pores, impregnated by tears of sorrow.
Of an ancient tune, of nurtured love that has yet to bloom.
For until we meet again, dust is what you are.
My body is your coffin, an instrument for you heartbeat.
#dedicated to my friend a dead poet #homage
