In the lone sadness of an empty bed,
My mind cannot stop dreaming about you,
And the all pleasant things I wish I said,
But never had it in me to follow through.
You have always been the love of my life.
The beautiful woman who made me shine.
The world without you is a world of strife.
I sparkled like a star when you were mine.
My love for you burns like a yellow flame.
The warmth of your body makes the skies glow.
The twinkle in your eyes set Heavens ablaze.
From the depths of my heart, I want you to know…
I will dig into dirt below the Earth’s crust
And bring Galaxies of golden stardust.
Silent cosmic dust,
Spiral galaxies,
Shimmering afar,
Scattered nights above,
Sparkling points of light,
Stellar paths ignite,
Skyward eyes awoke.
We can build an orrery
Yet turn the sky into a junkyard
We're abecedarian, quirky contrarian
Stare decisis from cosmic ovarian
Subaltern, suborbital
Small steps on the heavenly stairway
Pedestrian stardust walking around
Tariffing penguins to tear up the ground
But the stairway is spiral
And it's spiraling down
No escape from the gravity
Found all around
Eyes searching the cosmos
For myopic bliss
In a fallacy galaxy
Far from star-kissed
We're worst when we're first
At least in our mind
Quoting chapter and verse
From each tract that we find
On the ground underneath us
That shifts with each step
Tract's gotten infected
Yet onward we schlep
Each bearing the burden
Of truth stumbled across
When we can patch the thatch
On the roof that we've lost
In that storm of ideas
That threatened the shelter
We've built for ourselves
Unstable ideas full on the shelves
We've forgotten to look
For the beauty inside
While we're gathering dust
From under our feet
Instead of uncovering
What's come from above
While planting our hopes
In the promise of love
Stars
Scattered
Across her
Beautiful face
Would glow when she smiled,
Her eyes the moon and sun.
It's a love as peaceful as
The neverending depths of space;
Please hold me close within your orbit,
I want to be held in your rotation.
For as long as the planets travel,
Supernovae brightly collapse,
And infinity reaches,
I will always love you.
Let these light-years pass
Until I'm worn
And become
Stardust
Too.
Burning flame, ensouling light,
keeps illusions safe at night.
As I was sleeping in my bed,
a storm was gathered in my head.
Where elements are thought to form
another world was being born.
Dark matter that would have no face,
so silent is it’s cold embrace.
Melting minutes, weaving lore,
walked through time’s swinging door.
Remember love lying dormant
within this world filled with torment.
A spark I did recognize shot forth from the flame,
glowing embers deep inside, calling out my name.
It’s shining little particles, of the sweet divine
fell into my soul that night, waiting for me to find.
Missive from a phantom realm, with splendor in its lips
reached across the path of time, with unseen fingertips.
Just a dream, some memory riding on the air,
just a dream that stayed with me leaving my soul bare.
As I slip into the void of this endless black,
Stardust ignites the darkest night sky,
And though I want to I cannot ever go back,
To where our love once learned to fly.
Love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream,
While amongst the stardust fly birds
escaping farther upstream.
How could I have not seen
Your acidic tongue drips venom slow,
Your kiss concealed the poison between,
It all was lost within the glow.
Now I yearn for eternal rest
Amongst the stars and stardust,
My heart has ceased to beat in my chest,
While leaving you is still the hardest.
Before the mountains learned to rise,
Before the oceans found their tides,
Tiny travelers crossed the night,
Carried softly on cosmic light.
Particles born in distant stars,
Wandered far beyond the scars
Of ancient suns that burned away,
Leaving whispers in their wake.
They drifted through the silent deep,
Where galaxies and comets sleep,
Until the Earth, with open skies,
Welcomed them to a new sunrise.
They settled in the soil below,
In rivers where the wild things grow,
In every leaf and every stone,
Planting seeds yet to be known.
Through countless years they changed their form,
Enduring calm and weathered storm,
Becoming roots, becoming rain,
Becoming life again and again.
Within each heart, within each mind,
Their stellar fingerprints we find;
A hidden story, old and vast,
Connecting future to the past.
And from those fragments of the skies,
New dreams awakened, opened eyes.
What once was dust in endless space
Became a voice, a name, a place.
So when we seek what we may be,
Look upward to infinity—
For every wonder yet to bloom
Began as stardust finding room.
Baby love infatuation
did not become her station
Her parents held higher expectations
To a rising star she’d marry
on romantic love, she’d not tarry
Yet her primal feelings she could not bury
From college she brought home a starving artist
Who, after two days of trying his hardest
first emptied the fridge
~ then parted with the stardust
The night unbuttons slowly at the rim of sky,
and spills its quiet galaxies like silver grain,
each star a whispered note the dark lets fly,
a trembling hymn of light without a name.
The moon, a patient violin of pale delight,
draws bow on silence stretched from here to far,
and every breath of wind becomes a note of night,
composed in dust that once belonged to stars.
Across the fields, the shadows bloom like ink,
while fireflies rehearse their fragile glow,
as if the earth itself had learned to think
in constellations buried deep below.
I stand where time dissolves in velvet streams,
my pulse in rhythm with the cosmic art,
for we are but the echo of old dreams,
a sky remembered faintly in the heart.
O listen, how the universe leans near,
to sing through bones and blood its ancient tune;
a serenade too vast for mortal ear,
yet soft enough to cradle even ruin.
And in that song, I lose what I once knew,
no edge, no end, no solitary part;
just stardust drifting, endlessly made new,
a quiet galaxy within the heart.
A whisper whines from the dark velvet night
Where swarms of swirling stardust start to gleam,
The cosmos exhales a carefree delight,
A silvered, spongy, spun-out, silent dream.
Each tiny spark seems a memory old,
Of suns that burned and turned to cosmic grace,
A story from the sky meant to unfold,
Reflected in the distant empty space.
A honeyed melody the darkness weaves,
The cosmic serenade begins to swell,
Amidst the silent silver sleeping leaves,
A sacred secret that the heavens tell.
The grey expanse up high begins to hum,
A soft, sweet solo felt within the soul,
For moments lost that surely soon won`t come,
Beyond the world's known, possible control.
My heart is tuned to the sweet stellar song,
A gentle wave across the boundless blue,
Where perhaps in the past I`ve long belonged,
Now laid aground beneath the boundless view.
This cosmic serenade of tiny grains,
A soft melodious song in the air,
Washes away everywhere earthly pains,
Pervading each soul with a better flair.
The gown I wore was stitchery sown art
and you were styled in handsome tailored clothes.
First song we heard that touched our giddy hearts
we claimed as our enchanting love sung prose.
Our young fair faces wished to boldly chance
the feel our eyes both surmised as real.
How flushed my blush was when you asked to dance
and took my hand for waltzing romance zeal!
Our sweetheart tender courting days were blessed
with passionately peaked romantic songs.
Years tuned our music to medleys expressed
to sing for stars that gifted love so strong.
Time still plays gold toned notes to serenade
our stardust filled hearts living love portrayed.
There were years
when my body spoke
in languages
I did not understand.
It remembered
what my mouth
refused to name.
Silence became
a kind of shelter—
thin walls,
but enough
to survive the storm.
My bones learned
the patience
of quiet rooms,
the discipline
of breathing
through nights
that never seemed
to end.
Even scar tissue
carries its own memory—
not of the wound,
but of the closing.
Of skin
knitting itself
back into something
whole.
And somewhere
in the dark
something shifted.
A breath.
A spark.
The quiet realization
that God had not left the room
even when
I could not feel
Him there.
So I stayed.
Inside this body.
Inside this life.
Long enough
to see
what fire leaves behind.
Not ruin.
Not emptiness.
But the quiet stardust
of a woman
who survived the fire.
As night softly nudges dusk aside
and birds return to their nests to hide
I look skyward in hopes of a chance
to see you among their nightly dance
The stars are magic, but I need you
the way you once were: a dream come true
I hear wind singing our lonesome song
And wonder again how things go wrong
If I could hold you just one more day
dance with the clouds our magical way
But, our days have become lost in time
and, only in dreams will you be mine
The stars sense dawn is now drawing nigh
they persuade wind to lighten the sky
Then Breeze, that often tells silken lies,
Will tell our secrets to lilac skies
No matter how I carve these lines,
you escape the page.
You slip through my metaphors,
slipping further from my hands.
Still, I write you.
In a higher orbit,
you sway and move.
A soul with too many sides,
with circling winds that carry you from me.
Still, I follow you.
But maybe,
I can peer into the eye of your storm.
I might catch a glimpse of your hurricane heart,
before it turns from me again.
Still, I call you.
You are beyond this world,
a lavender galaxy,
and I, a moon
in your gravity.
As silence speaks; night spreads its cloak deep blue.
Moon blooms as it caresses the face of sea,
and radiant stars dance with my thoughts of you.
It’s as if eternity shines down on me.
Are the stars the eyes of angels silver-white,
which like sequins sparkle all around
on a canvas breathed on by God each night?
Across the sky serenity streams down.
I think the angels read my thoughts and sigh
as I dream of you and your sweet kiss.
Sprinkles are falling from each angel eye.
Are they brightly blinking now from my bliss?
Stardust is falling from heaven above.
It must be the gift of the angels’ love.
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