Return of darkness
Urged me to spill
There is no need to say what’s on my mind
It’s a matter of sentiment
Enough are my eyes
They show what they must.
The mouth needs not speak.
The mouth only disgruntles the true meaning of feelings.
It tears them appart and reassembles them as something completely meaningless.
Words are not to show the way
They always serve to obscure it.
The need to sleep overcomes the sadness, painfully slow.
Stars are bound together by force.
Not having the necessary power or gravity to pull a star, it means you’re either too far away, or not enough.
And that is why this planet will remain alone.
Trying to care for the well being of stars will rob the planet of its power.
It will limit its range and its gravitational influence.
Redness is gone.
The longing for the purple shade is unbearable.
Remains are blue and pale, forming mists of doubt. They blind and they confuse.
It hurts, it hurts
Nobody follows the orbit, the rest not visible
Left in non ending darkness onwards goes, the one that the moons have forsaken.
It hurts more now
Space dematerializes.
And home is far.
14 March, 2018, 02:05
- Aether
