Eventide Theatrics

When my lines are empty

Scribbled with nil galaxy

Stolen negative energies

I reach to the sky, simply

Catch the shooting stars

Falling from your eyelids

Phosphoresce filling the

Cavities, of mine decrepit

Inkstained quills; and the

Glowing words resonating

Occupy parchment lacuna

Which I bled from my fate,

From your diamond tears

That you softly rain away

For me, illuming my fears

As planets begin a’ dancing

You convalesce, smile away

Reposing on clouds of icing

On a soporific midnight play.

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