How will the stars find us within night’s maze,
Inside the twisted feints of our minds’ malaise?
Light, forged from our truth, eternally searing,
Seeking our souls since their disappearing.
How will they find them amongst the debris,
Shattered and scattered and hopelessly free?
Loved by chaos and destruction’s sweet kiss,
Back, before, when dreams were never like this.
Copyright Kosmogonic 2018
Image Elsa Bleda