Love

I love words that are a thing 
of the past. 
I am trying to find 
the meaning of your cry 
for help, 
but pain has become a reminder 
of the long journey 
beyond light. 
 
There are footprints left on 
the fertile soil of the soul 
that will lead me 
to the edge of humanity. 
 
It's time to say goodbye 
to the present, 
your heart is writing another ballad, 
the words of which are known 
only by loneliness. 
 
Don't give up while there is a thorn 
of hope in your heart. 
Wake up one last time 
to see pain and silence, 
bound together 
like a pair of late lovers. 
 
When another storm 
breaks loose, 
take my body off me, 
taste my dreams. 
The night came back, 
brought a glass of lemon stars.

A Glass of Lemon Stars