From the emptiness of night
He is illuminated, gazing.
“Venus”, he whispers, eyes bright,
Heaven reflected in his wonder.
Blanketed by an inky sky
We marvel, two pinpricks, breathing:
“I think I’ll go there, when I die.”
The stars beckon him.
A sense of loneliness creeps,
strokes with its icy fingers, mocking.
“I bet nobody will weep.”
His forlorn smile is the ghost of hope.
“...Let’s not think about that part.”
He is immune to me, to my pleading.
From me, the stars steal his heart;
He is lost to them in melancholy.
He twinkles.
Silence overwhelms.
The stars do not
can not save us.
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AJ Birt
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Very thought provoking in such few words!