You Must Keep Going...

Time Stamp: March 2012

Crumble Stars 

And all that was beautiful

Memories cascade as tears from the heart, 

Falling black unto the earth

Descend O Stars, from your impossible height, 

Fall one by one upon empty houses

That were never filled ...

Huddling in assurance of dusty scenes, 

Memories fight the chill 

Of cold words ...

Burning houses devour ambition and value, 

Where in was stored the wealth;

What wealth

Burning stars ignite the memories, 

Suffocation comes from worry's black smoke. 

Crumble Walls, 

And all that was beautiful

Save

For

Your

Embrace.