Morning sun, pale gold, clearly skied,
Blinded me oh so sweetly.
You stole my breath
Without so much as a breath in return.
My eyes danced and swam,
Glazed in the pale glow
As gold dust danced across my skin.

Breath pooling and curling around
My nose, to fade out into
Oblivion
Encountered stars above my head
Our star-crossed romance.

Stars danced upon my tears
Like rude stardrops
The tears, not knowing
If their parents were glee or misery
******* tears betrayed me again
To your soft words.

Alas! This world is too harsh for me.
Strike me down again, hot iron.
Steel, steal, iron's cherry hot, white.
So blindingly white.
Much like the snow that dazzled me
Glittering like lost dust-diamonds

Stars decorated the trees
Glittering in the forever-twilight
The blackest ice dusted the cold walk
However gold
Painted the clouds without abandon
Radiating long rosy fingers
Speckled with stars
Painted in pale gold

Again, lost in a swirl and blur
Of pale gold, a honey snow drop
In the beginning, an annual event
Where bottled stars are served and
Drunk, silly to our heads and our
Hearts.
All amber and pale gold.

The rush, embrace.
The dizzy effect, of staring down, pondering
A fate, to disappear into oblivion
Leaving only a quaff of stardust in our wake.
We court disaster and dance, strafing one another
Together.
Among the pale gold and blinded.

Havock among an Eternity.

we die, and the stars watch. let them perish, venus whispers to mercury. see what they have done.

nebulas look at us and laugh at our "rebirth". they know that something as stained as this cannot - will not - come again. humanity was the galaxy's mistake and now it must be blotted out with fusion.

perhaps not all of them are vindictive. (far-off in the sky, andromeda mourns the loss of her story. virgo keens to cancer as they cry silent stardrops.) but for the most part, the universe celebrates our demise.

once upon a time, we worshiped the earth, but now we slumber on as the world crumbles. the planet will not wake us.