I lost her and it felt as if I lost my world

Black silk and stars
Scattered like dust:
Birthplace of our wars,
Greed, power, love and lust.

Revolutions erupt and die,
For new worlds to be born-
Of truths and a lie-
But each to a path forsworn.

Scorched skies rain ashes-
Prophecising phoenixes and flowers,
Incinerating past gashes,
And shrouding unprecedented hours.

All spinning toward nothingness,
Yet struggling to not.
Scrambling to escape oblivion's harness,
And the return to naught.

The door doesn't open both ways,
My friend. All that enters, stays.
Pieces of you that you left behind,
And oh, dreams, fears and things of that kind.
Broken hearts and forgotten ambitions,
Covert desires and unheeded premonitions.
Conquered fears and those repressed
Memories, in oblivion dressed.
Fleeting moments and those sighs,
Bubbles of joy and such lies.
Loves with long forgotten names,
Jibes, scars, bruises and maims.
The door does not open both ways,
But when you close it, it stays.
Until of course, you decide,
That doors are not meant to hide.
Open that door and march inside,
And sweep all those stale hopes aside.
Dust those cobwebs of disappointments,
And those moth-eaten resentments.
Let the light in; did it ever help to be blind?
Dark corners aren't for your mind.
You're now closer to freedom than ever before,
And it has a lot to do with that broken door.

and when the last of the shadows climbed into his bucket
the little boy that no-one knew
whispered something to them and carried the bucket to the ocean's edge
he was seen by several setting the bucket in the water as a wave approached
then turning towards the other children along the beach
and motioning them to come
which they did, some 60 or 70 of them
suddenly drawn to this boy that no-one knew
he looked back to the sea
at the crest of the horizon
a dome shaped craft that dwarfed any vessel known to man
emerged from beneath the waves
suddenly hovered silently above the beach
darkening the skies
it was there but a moment
and was gone
when the astonished crowd turned their gaze towards the young boy
he was gone
as was their own
December 22nd, 2112
seventeen minutes and 21 seconds before the Sun died

She sits in the cold rain
And lets the dark night weep onto her skin
She does the only thing that he can't
Which is to feel
She is as cold as him now
But she breathes
Weeping into the night
But breathing nonetheless
Still having life
Even as the cold sting
Robs her of her warmth

I just wanted to be loved
And I wanted a hug

And my goddess provided
These things for me

I buried my head
In her large *******

Under the shade
Of the elm tree

And I suckled
From her *******

So contentedly