Extinguished stars. I am calling
for other gateways. I am reminding
myself, that when I fall,
I am merely departing from where
my life had always stalled.
When fears are lit, to become
black ashes, I am walking
to find Heaven,
leaving a burned trail
of vacancy and stardust.
I enter another path, holding hands
with wide-open curtains.
In letting loose the purpose
of running fields with rain,
I am growing crops that gleam
with solidified meaning.
I am losing track with a trail,
one where I do not look back
to see where a ship had sailed,
sinking in where it failed.
I am leaving a teardrop
as a grim memento,
one to remind me of that sorrow
I cannot bring into tomorrow.