Absenteeism
The night is as dark as the light in your eyes,
Yearning for the bitter bright of the morning sky,
Begging that the dew could satisfy,
All the components of your crystal system.
Lover,
It is the shadow that stems from your absence,
It is me running away from all my leaving,
Seeing, that this astral being
Is nothing less than my curfew;
But the only home I ever knew,
Was embodied in to the thought of you.
Do you hear me, lover?
Can you answer to this moon-bleeding love song?
To this oasis of lost youth?
Can you hear the echo of my trembling kneecaps?
The un-binding of my paperback spine?
I, am but a mountain climber;
Hanging on your every word,
Trading your syllables for life support.
But last night,
I dreamt of becoming an astronaut;
Dreamt, that if I could keep cutting
This trace of moon rocks into skipping stones,
Maybe one day Iād be able
To make something beautiful,
Out of
All
This
Space.
