for all the stars I've seen
and all the stars I've since forgotten,
kissed beneath the sky
and parched of all oblivion,
supernova seraphs bled their tears
and fertilized
a joyous field,
giving life not theirs
into these springtime memories of lust,
and forever now--
a tapestry lain
along the pathway leading hard.
our dreams,
our memories,
we bleed into the day.

JM Gant

A New Jersey born poet, author, and editor. Arch Linux enthusiast, and self-confessed data-hoarder.

  • USA - New Jersey