Between Mad Stars

I found you

among the splinters of light.

I sniffed your emerald heart

between mad stars.

I lent you my newest dream.

I dedicate to you words

that try to break into

a hollow heart.

Since pain has become

my only consolation,

my body has been wandering

reluctantly on the sidewalk

of dead remorse.

The soul, stripped of the remnants

of tears, expects to believe

in emptiness.

I will never trust the fear

that brought me here

without permission.

Before you teach me

how to cry properly,

I don't want to live in this

empty world.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

A poet lost in the night... Another heart, possibly as lonely as his... And yet, a darkness waits to devour both. Almost makes me think if a vampire romance. Moody, evocative. Nicely done.