Death on lunar wings

Weak, the weary watches on.
Another time, another song.
That plays like gold inside their hearts.
And burgeons tears to fall like stars.
But when the music finally dies.
There’ll be but darkness in those eyes.
For when the weary finally sleep.
It’s in plastic coffins, for space to keep.

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Where do you go?

When this world takes over me.
Smoking stars and twilight.
This impossible process of living.
Breathing each time the same.
Where do you go to?
Down into the ground with the bones.
Up to the sky with the feathers.
Swimming for now in this sea of uncertainty.
Where do I find you when I need that earthy voice?
That stone rooted soul that flicks away the flies of remorse.
Seek and thee shall find, but you are absent in this moment.
Gone away with the fairies as I relapse into tinkerbell tendencies.
I will find you there, I swear.
Caught between the tide and heaven.
Sailing our love to the ends of the world.
You be the captain.
And we’ll be forever saved.
Drifting on the tide around Saturn.