Goodnight, Little Star

GOODNIGHT, LITTLE STAR

Pristine beauty forged in moonlight,
snowflake smiles, cold and hollow.
The crisp, cool air caresses my body,
as you caress my heart with a steady hand.
Midnight starlight smiles down upon us,
bathing you in an eerie glow.

You take me hand and lead me to your warm embrace,
my haven from the piercing cold,
eloquently, in our time of passion.
And while our descent into melancholy continues, I wait,
hoping for, longing for, my moment of redemption.

And as the snowflakes fall from the sky,
you stare out the window, dreaming of more,
and I am left in the shadows, cold and alone.
Fleeting nostalgia is my companion in the aftermath,
a deadened time longing for the past.

Reminiscing, I return, humbled and defeated,
and you turn away, the freezing smile,
trickling onto your porcelain face.
At the apex of your song, I begged 'may I cut in,'
but the hour was late, and the dream was over.

And the stars still shine down upon us,
their lustre somehow beyond me,
an intangible quality in this malestrom of sin.
I turn once more to you and seek your addictive embrace,
and I am met with a warm smile, and cold, empty eyes.

I am lost in your wonderland, searching aimlessly,
until I hit the mark of perfection.
I reach my zenith as I climb beneath the sheets,
huddled in your radiance, your love turns warm again,
and I die once more.

But what becomes of me when the moment has passed?
I lie here in poetic dismay, grasping tightly to the past,
and fearing the truths of our existance.

Once more the bitterness surrounds me,
leading me like a paper doll.
I close my eyes to the rising sun,
and join you in your dreams for something more.
And like the stars I fade,
sinking below lines of green,
and silohuetted by the golden embrace,
of another painful day.

Finally, I stop, drowning in shallow slumber,
with you by my side, my silent companion,
lost in thought as usual.
I reach for your heart, but only find your lifeless body,
offered for the meagre price of unfamiliarity.

As you hold onto me, your silky touch eloping me,
I die once more, and retreat to my haven of hollow, fleeting joy.
I am rewarded for my loyalty with a sympathetic smile,
but a hardened heart.

And once more I find you on this freezing night,
abound in your splendour,
speaking words so soft, they break my heart.
And as you accompany me in a quick fall,
we dance together, our souls intertwined,
and we sing with an unrivalled beauty.

©Christopher Moss, 2004.