My Skies.
In perpetual darkness
as I sit in the wreckage
there's nothing
to carry the sound
of my heart
as it shatters to pieces.

I see nothing
as I float aimlessly
in a debris of memories
made
of you and me.

Do you ever get that feeling
that you're not sure
if you're awake or dreaming?

Because in this emptiness
under a cloak of weariness,
you are the past
that I am tethered to
and I am the astronaut
endlessly searching for love
within the galaxies
that pool in your amber eyes
thru a sea of asteroids
I'm hoping against hope
that you will find me first.