In unpainted sparks
Faintly
In the north
I’m no hunter or hero
Only a wanderer
Seeking you
I’ve followed
The dusty path of stars
Through cloudy nebulae
Presided over dark seas,
Bays and lakes
Of dreams
But I’m lonely now,
Weary of pinpoint nights
And borealis sighs
And my grief
Has left me
Hollow inside.
I’m tired
Of dark offerings
From the void
Tearless journeys
Through grim
Asteroids
I want to come down
To Earth
And be with you
Live an obscure life
And be buried
In the ground
Have my dust
Mingled
With yours
Not offered in fire
To appease
Dead gods
But slowly decay
As all flesh must
And mingle
With your dust
I am caught in the space between "borealis sighs" and I'm comfortable there; knowing there will be an eventual exhale that will force me into the ground where I belong.
This may just be my favourite...until your next one!
thank you, @doghaus - yes, I liked that line too
Excellent.
I think this must also be the first time I've seen a copyright sign on apost at Steemit. A good idea, with the way you write.
thank you, Arthur - it doesn't stop peeps from marketing my Goodreads and Twitter quotes on tee shirts and posters, but I draw the line there ..lol
Beautiful as always, John.
I feel the anguish.
thanks, Ceci - appreciate that
This piece is incredible. I couldn’t help but read it aloud to feel the words vibrate through me. Thank you for sharing😊. Much love!
thanks, @jjwriter85 - I appreciate your encouraging response
All of the stars have fallen......there were three, then three more, then three more after that....but they have all fallen.
yes...a string of sorrows and lost stars
You need to make a string of pearls. :)
Goodness, what a sad aim to have. Burial is the worst kind of end to life for me.
well, for me too, unless the Lord returns in our lifetime and we all fly away :)
Not me, I'm going to be reused, every last bit of me!
ha ha, that's a green solution :)
Helps the living with medical research too!!!
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I really feel sad right now , is someone cutting onions in my room ?
I just love everything from the beggining. But this:
Not offered in fire
To appease
Dead gods
But slowly decay
As all flesh must
And mingle
With your dust.
This really killed me.
Congratulations for this, and thank you for sharing.