Halls of the Dark Muse

Your Fading Light

Your eyes
always burned
with their own light,
smoldering from within,
radiating outward,
through the darkness
they led me.

But as the stars
hovering above,
remain beyond reach,
you have become
a distant satellite
watched from afar.

While I am left
grounded
within your shadow,
and you always will tower
above, a paramount.

Still gradually
slipping away
so I must content
myself to wait
upon your convenience
for the only pleasure
of wising upon
your falling light.

Unless I choose
to snuff the flame
and recognize
the truth you were
ever but a dead star,
cold for all your
incinerating shine.