-Eulogy of Stars-

We walked on the edge of an empty field, malicious life flowing through dreams' torrid memory. The sky was dull red, the color of dried blood. I ran my hand along a broken paintless fence, afraid or unsure of your eyes. We passed a small bird struggling against shattered wings to fly; you said it was like me, and dismissed it with a glance. I reached for your hand, and our footsteps faded with the tears of flowers.

Across a dark whispering river we saw the grey sun, bleeding into a pale distant sea like melting snow. I lowered my head and watched dead shoots pass beneath me, wondering if they had seen the stars fall. The strangled breeze carried the soft fingers of dandelions, and they clawed at my legs like a terrified child. We paused and you looked at me, expressionless, as my shadow grew wings.

I heard the solitary voice of the Nightshade, and found you in my arms. You were colder than the bleeding sky as you wept into my chest. I said "Starlight is only the breath of dreams," and the dim sun surrendered to a sightless night.

We shared a desperate, lasting kiss as we felt the world disintegrate. I held your shaking form to me while the rusty field fell around us into the sepulcher of galaxies, like rain.

There we remained, above the pit, encircled by wings.

I asked if you remembered the night we burned, and you kissed my tears.

"Always."

-Adam Morsa 11/6/03 5:39 PM