Dreams settle into shadows
as we cling to each other –
Our time is finite
damp with absence,
a wish thrown into sunset.
How I want to see you,
as you rise from mundane hours
and find me,
trapped in the satin of sky,
holding starlight promises.
We steal small eternities –
the pieces of existence
we can’t mold into words,
the shape of regret.
Love is only a memento
plucked from our somber nights
and pressed into memory.
It haunts us in our dreams;
it whispers through dark spaces.
Eyes like pendulums,
we’re dancing shadows,
bleeding stars.