Dead Stars

By Pheelyp Edward Aytona

When I see you, there is light
and my world is created anew
with you at its center.

Walking toward you, I am a meteor,
aflame with omens
of carnage and desecrated altars.

You pull at me
with a gravity that dislodges stars.
I hurtle, I stumble. You
smile, and I find myself falling fast

into orbit, charting long, slow circles,
weaving myself closer,
inching to close
the necessary distance.

I will never reach you.
There is too
much
space
between
us.
Too soon I’ll be dust and gone.

So I will burn for you from afar,
let my slow consummation imprint on your night sky
a memory of madness, when someone
turned his face to you and greeted the new day dawning.



Montaged 2008 - Cover



Montage 2008 - Back Cover