Ghosts Of Fallen Stars
By Ryan Johnston
Shoreline, cloak and dagger sky, clear when you could see
Both of us moving now, drifting wreckage in the waves
And the current beneath us breathes, like an underwater wind
Pulling you away from me
On these Summer nights, with a kingdom fast asleep
The ghosts of fallen stars, haunt a restless galaxy
Like a cemetery view, from a window in your room
Endings are all I see
Old photographs, they dangle on a string
Frozen imagery, hooked to summertime dreams
A picture that you carved, never moving from your arm
Anchored to memories
Spring is a waiting room,
Waiting for a turn
Winters heavy eyes
Falling like her crown
She'll leave with an avalanche
Gaining weight and speed
A suicidal drive
Always instilled in me
And I'm, daydreaming again
Something, that I have never been
And there is no order here
Nothing left for me
The cadence to my heart
Seems to have lost it's beat
There are no time machines
No needles or thread
Only broken glass
That won't reflect or mend
And I'm, unable to stay afloat
A heavy chest, gold turned into stone
And I will ponder this
You’ll fall for someone else
I will mourn the loss
Of what to you, does not exist
I'm on the ocean floor
You're shining through the waves
You cemented my heart
Something, that is permanent
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