vagabondprophet:

Dark and twinkling
Only for a second
But in that moment
So radiant and bright

Somehow more brightly coloured
An elegant display
Than anything of the day
On the land or in the sky

Books say just a rock
Floating in the vastness
But I know better
You spoke to me that night

It’s everything I’ve sought
But haven’t given name
The song I remember
But can’t quite sing along

Come back to me
My shooting star
I need you now
To illuminate my life

You’re my flickering hope
Straining in the wind
When you come down to meet me
Don’t crumble coming in.

vagabondprophet:

They say that space
Is simply nothing
The heavens
An expansive void

They must be wrong
For nothing that is nothing
Could make me feel so small
Surely the sky is full

When I see your eyes
Orbiting my gaze
I look into the heavens
And feel a void within.

vagabondprophet:

If you’ll be the moon
I’ll be the tide
If you are orion
I’ll be your belt

Ebbing and flowing
With your motion
Coming and going
Like the cycle of seasons

vagabondprophet:

They say there’s an archer in the sky
And surely his bowstring grows taut
When he’s aiming at his prize
Perhaps the boar or the horse

Why must you aim at me
You,
Celestial and otherworldly
Surely I’m no trophy

Yet I find myself cornered
My pulse gone flat
Just like your bowstring
Pulled by your touch

I beg you just let go
Better to be slain
By an arrow from your quiver
Than to quiver all my life.

vagabondprophet:

A simple looking man
The kind that you might trust
Who likes mustard with his ham
And bread without the crust

You sound like you’re dieing
With bloody sneezes
Painful moaning  wimpers
And wet wheezes

What’s it like
To feel yourself expire
To watch your breath evaporate
To know the straights are dire