the wandering stars


i drink misery from his eyes
as he holds silence between his lips.

the wandering stars wish upon our starlit forms
for a better day, a better tomorrow than ours.

i hold up my bitter cup to make a toast;
to yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
may we l i v e.

(sun scorches our darkness:
i want the fire to consume us.)


a/n.
(so i just wrote this, & i was wondering if anyone
had any suggestions on phrasing, particularly.)