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Silvery Dreamscape
With your silvery dreamscape ajar,
I catch glimpses of the stars.
Let me be dotted in your constellation—
not a star, just dust in your imagination.
But never tell me I’m your aberration.
With you near, the world hollows,
like a lotus husk on an iron pole.
Be my stability—
the foundation beneath me,
so I'd never fall.
Be my stability…
then one night, the sky admits:
You were never my astronomy,
just a light that borrowed my eyes
to look bright.
You and I are not meant to be.
The sky comes crashing down soundlessly,
my soul dragged away by tides.
You are the stars—
beautiful, but only to gaze at,
never to hold.
Copyright ©
Arno Kotze
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