We were two vibrant stars with an hours time,
revolving towards a moment with fate.
We were holding our hopes high in our prime,
held down by no force that earth could create.
Our children grew wild as beautiful weeds,
making their roots in the folds between us.
Our years together passed as white light speeds,
from mornings birth to nights asleep in dust.
You gave me your youth and placed me ahead,
all too soon came our fragile golden years.
You were less my Star and the sun instead,
when the fog-filled days of my mind appeared.
We spent our lives as a mist in the glade.
I sit here alone, I'll not be afraid.
- © Eric Torres