Upon A Dying Star
Still are the stars
dead, yet unknowing,
passing wakeful hours,
hiding behind faded illusions
Expanding their energy
in final moments of dependency
before free to fall from the sky
We take their last breath
with our wishes, trysting
in our combustions of
a flicking hope
Last chances are put
upon these dying efforts,
might that dreams live
before they darken
inexcusably.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
I really like the images and the melancholy here - good job!
One point: is 'trysting' a typo for trusting? It changes the meaning significantly if it is, and frankly 'trusting' would make more sense...
"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!" - Nietzsche
I did you trysting intentionally, though I know it might seem an odd choice.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
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