Saturday, 20 January 2018


What good are stars my love,
If I cannot talk about them
to you?
What good is the moon,
Upon whose silver canvas
the dreams we drew,
If you cannot see?
What good are journeys,
Miles I walk,
Galaxies and heat deaths,
If it isn't you that I reach?
What good are memories,
Travels in time,
Like pulsars in bleak space,
If I cannot find your laughs amidst?

What good are spaceships,
If there are only voids
that I may reach?

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