Sunday, 16 November 2014

16/11/14. Debris.









We come together from the corners of our far-away stars,
From across the endless galaxies in darkest space,
Like the debris of our broken hearts, we fly
As we search for that new, familiar face.


 But when we find that unknown face we knew,
We feel such a strange kind of joyful sorrow,
We collide and we burn and we love and we glow,
Only to become debris once again, tomorrow