The journey

THE HEARTS OWNER

Under the dark and moonless night those lovers fell.

Only I bore witness to this tragedy.

The tears didn’t fall, the coldness sliced through my bones.

But all I could think of was the poetic sorrow they laid on the waters that bore their body

Walking off, I shook the dust in my heart…. For it was weary of what it would bleed for the rest of the season.

Was it the bittersweet pain, I took solace in

Or the complete and dark silence that pricked it like a knife

Or the acceptance that pranced around in loathness without reaching

The heart’s owner had other workings

To tell of what he saw

To tell, that two stars seized to exist because of a maddening belief of togetherness after death

To tell, that two stars seized to exist because they desired freedom in a world they conjured up

To tell, that two stars seized to exist as a sacrifice worthy of emulation

The heart’s owner told in despair.

With a look that bore a huge amount of pain

The heart tugged……

For it also needed to sleep.

The star above his head blinked in anticipation.

Would it also dim under the moonless sky?

Or struggle in a futile effort to thrive once more………...