Philosophical

Your time is the fulfillment
of my saddest dreams.
Your indifference hugs my lost memory,
my particle of light, which I am
not ashamed of,
from which I do not run away.

Look through the bright, green hope
of my whisper, match thoughts
with stolen fantasies.
Today's love is ultimately lost,
not loved in the emerald gaze
that oozes from the depths of the star.

It doesn't resemble a body
that has long been ill-suited to my soul.
And once you discover the sunrise
of loneliness before me,
providence will have mercy
on my dream, to which I dedicate
this fear.

The Depths of the Star