16/6

I lost my mile of stars to your days

Darling desires bloom to black flowers
under the overcast of faux fears
Scent of timid times reign
drizzling vanity, wary and weak
underwhelming yet beyond grasp
well intentioned, yet mercilessly cruel
I found but your remaining eyes
in a skirmish with all that has ever left you
looking for my lost stars

F

Now that he has washed ashore
after a decade full of dreams
he's thinking of her tomorrows
while she's somewhere being free.

He hopes her mind would keep him
deep in her unconscious streams
as she walks down her broken road
dust and sorrow on her feet.

He wishes her beside him
when the moonlight hits his street
if he could gather all his senses
his face may slide into her dreams.

Would she write him notes and letters
would she recall him in glee
would she stop and think of him
while she's somewhere being free?
so free.