Called you in the nightfall,
Stole the eventide air in a run.
You said, “Dig up the earth,
You’ll find there the sun.”
With the weight of your woes on my fist,
I chose to smile, so you could see
From all the interstellar dimensions,
The stardust in me.
As we stood, I heard the call
For those who waited too long for lust.
I knew I would lose you, but my words
Kept crawling back into the dust.
As we waited, happened the battles
Of winning, of loss and of grieving.
I wish they could have used my blood,
So they could spare your killing.
Yet your thoughts are clockwork like;
I still hear them tick within the sea.
If I drink up our oceans, will I find
The bones of what we used to be?