Unkissed Scars
Through the prism of lonely defying eyes
are a lot like those untouched dying stars
but which belonged to none but mine, yours, and ours
Five in a constellation, nameless but of their own
seen silent from afar but remain unknown
as they cried in consolation and in hymn shone
Against the blackness and vastness of an ever nowhere
whether here, there, or that far or near somewhere
which we were never allowed to dare to dream or share
This surreal mirage far from our forgotten and unburried home
or from this stale time, this vast space and this stolen hope
as I kissed each one three times, each time breathless in tope
Who's to say what the sound of a silent cry is, or the scent of love
except you and I and all those scars, shy, and stars, high, above
kiss by kiss, I see them fly, homeless, together, as dove winged by dove.
