In the path that leads to you, the stars are dying.
There are stars beneath her feet,
that move
as she dances through the night,
through the day
as she carves constellations on the
earth
and sprinkles stardust on the hidden seeds
that sleep with their souls closed
and now,
spring is in bloom
and I am here,
dancing with her,
stamping stars on the earth
a smile gracing our features
our heart skipping
and our hands connected over
the distance that time has created
as our souls sing,
calling out
my name and hers.
and you,
you are watching me from the shadows
leaving a hollow abyss (dead stars)
where you walk and try to dance
you are screaming out my name
your voice getting lost in between
the seasons of our spring
and your cold summer
as she and I move through the day and night,
dancing along year along leaving
the echoes of the past for you,
constellations for the future, and
love for the present, for me and her.
I loved and now I love. (just not you.)