we’ve run out of the primordial –
stalling stars, spinning chaotically
destined to crash into one another
in a beautiful supernovae. or perhaps,
we strip our essence into one another,
merging as one soul at the loss of
individuality. or would gravity falter,
ripping open a black hole as a seam
in the night sky that governs the
both of us – i've always wondered
how we would end.
how much would you pay
to light up y/our star again?
Hits home! What a beautiful, mystic, magical, indepth, mesmerizing poem! The wording, the title, the closing line, your way of expressing this love is just enchanting. I love how the title totally wraps up the main idea and that last phrase, if only you know how much I can relate to your poems always! Is there even a price to be payed that could restore the light of such a priceless love, written in this piece?