Work in Progress...

I knew of no divinations

Nor ancient symbols to trace

On water, air or earth

I possess no potions

Nor scrolls or spells

Yet here I was

In walking or eating

Waking or sleeping,

A dream conjurer:

I conjure you,

Once my life

Now my dream.

You face comes to me in full

The light and shade is kind you

Your lips move

Parting the spaces

Between emptiness

And I hear you

Speak my name…

You smile turns

My sadness

Into supernovas

…my name

In your voice

Echoes

Like a teardrop

Sending ripples

Echo

Ech..

Ec..

You hold your silence

As only a former lover could

After stars

Go nova,

Black holes are born.

(w.i.p.)