The Stars, Our Kindred

The stars, our kindred,
their tendrilled flames,
our gasping breath,
will close together as
a lover’s kiss.

Embraced by molten dust,
a showered oblivion
welcomes the entropic gaze
of a reticent abeyance.

Forego the clamoring maw,
you Ancient Soul,
and toss your head upwards
towards the shimmering din.
Forego Gaea’s mossy grasp,
and cradle your paramour’s longing.