Sparkatale

Unbroken Skies

A clearing came,
Between two storms,
One winter's evening, cold
And dark, and all alive
With faintest dust of starlight.

In silence, then, I walked the groves
That months ago were laden
With leaf and flower,
Now bare and all so hushed.

And thought of you,
Your voice rang round my head
In echoes murmuring through time,
And bubbling deep within.

One day went on in parallel,
You and I together by the river,
And cried a little
For the cherished loves
That died within our history.

The silence made that ghostly meeting
All so deafening,
Your voice rang on,
Those declarations vanishing,
Of constancy, of everlasting love,
Between the moon and
Distant martian twinkle.

Our love died once,
And then again,
In forms diverse and golden,
All crushed by time,
All crushed by you,
My soul died too,
For all you knew.

The silence lingers on,
Before some coming storm,
And as you fade into the ocean,
The stars stay on for me.

16/12/18