Bleeding Stars

 

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.

 

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