Astral Bodies|A Poem


Two astral bodies floating through space.
Poetry penned across a page.
I may never be able to match your light, I might make you fade.

Two chapters in a book shut tight.
As it sits on a dusty bookshelf.
We are rotting away.

Mortal beings. Slaves of time.
In my mind,
You are celestial.
Angelic you hold too much inside.

While I am withering away,
The nothingness, emptiness, the void.
Taking over my body.
Blood vessels, skin and bone.

One by one till’ I’m gone.-H