lament wyvern
The distance between us spans
galaxies. We exist on different
planes of existence and yet
I see your face in every
uncracked reflection,
hear your footsteps
behind me when
no one is there,
you are so
very close
but never
enough.
How
long has it
been for you?
Time could work
differently on your
side of this universal
wall. Have I missed your
birthday? Anniversary? The
date of your death? If you could
give me a sign, I would appreciate it.
We are Dusk and Dawn, you and I, so
why then do I feel closest to you at
midnight, when the moon is high
and the stars don't feel quite so
far away from it all? Celestial
bodies can feel very close
while being so distant,
and the comparison
draws itself at this
point, doesn't it?
I hope I could
make you
laugh.
Hello.
Whoever
you are and
where, whenever
you happen to be I
just want you to know
that you have someone
in your corner, all the way
across existence. This message
may never reach you while I am alive,
but do we not see the night sky's
light long after stars have died?
You don't know me, and I don't
have the capacity to know
you, but if I could, I'd like
to think we would have
been friends. It's a
passing fantasy, I
know, but still the
thought appeals
to me so, to be
close enough
to almost
touch.
empty topaz
minor sand