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There were stars in our tears.
Why? Why did this console me?
How was it a song in my ears
When you said, ‘All are lonely’
As we walked that realm of ruins,
And slept inside the bones, and the skin
Of our sweet and dead illusions
Of the life we thought had been?
 
Did we feel afraid when life was gone?
There were no treasures left to seek.
And the suns decayed as fell the dawn.
And were you waiting for me to speak?
I heard you weep where I fell asleep.
You were lovelier inside of me
And in my heart, I swore to keep
Some sign that you had been free.
 
Did we fall into the sea of shades?
Why does drowning seem so like love?
How does this comfort the light which fades
With all we have rid our hearts of?
What do you feel when I die in your eyes?
Could you feel as though I am coming to you
From the hideous divinity of all that dies—
Will you. Will you see me in the dawn and dew?
 
And we carved what we dared to dream
Into the corpse of the sunlit graves,
Our paper kites on the Lethean stream
Swallowed by remembrance of the waves.
Why did you bury my hands in your name?
I longed to build around that sweet sound
Where you would lie dreaming the same,
Our hearts below the frozen ground.
 
© 2021 Marten Hoyle