StarsStarsStars by north-of-beyond
Our gravity defines us,
Swears to us,
As the stars revel in it,
Though we resent it,
Wishing it wasn’t true,
We live it.
Any hope for constant change is washed away like a message scrawled across the wet sand,
Try and fight it and you get swept away by the current.
As the constellations become us,
Our memory fades,
As significant to remember as a breeze of wind,
What we leave behind is little and unmemorable.
Only our numbers succeed us,
Until yet another come to join us in the sky,
For another to begin life with a soul that was never really theirs to begin with.
Sending apples into the skySending apples into the skySending apples into the sky by north-of-beyond
Two points at the tip of two adjacent worlds,
Where emerald leaved trees of ebony grow intertwined,
From their bent black branches hanging crisp red fruit,
Lit like lights in a sea of green stars.
You and I,
Paralleled across a universe,
Stand inches apart; though we are worlds away.
We pluck red stars from a jade sky,
And let their bright lights fall across the timeless space between us,
Wishing hopelessly into the night for them to reach us,
In the fleeting dream that we could transcend the space between,
We hollowly hope for the lights to spark our hearts with flame.
And give remembrance to the love we shared,
Even if only for a passing second.
So, as were sending apples into the sky,
We pray for more than our inevitable goodbye.