"Movement"

Somewhere between stars we lend our hearts to emptiness.

The vastness of space frozen in time.

With no horizon to look to our lives become cosmic driftwood.

This constant, cold, silent abyss lurks like cancer before the x-ray.

Glistening tears well up as if the anterior chamber was going down like the Titanic.

Fear rises up, breaking the waves of confidence & splitting the sea we call Hope.

Even in the ripples of the ocean, now torn asunder, the stars remain.

Frozen silence now etched in tones of azure and sapphire.

Macula tinsel strength defined by how I lend my heart to you.