Pastel Pain: A Poetry Collection

The Starlight Path

Starlight only exists between Dusk and Dawn.

I was failing at falling asleep when

a beam of starlight fell on the floor in front of me, invisible to others.

It called me in your 

lovely, soft, feminine voice

to follow.

I obliged 

(how could I not?)

and tore through the woods, following the starlight path

to you.

Across the continent, you did the same. 

You bled and got scratched on the thorns

crossing your path,

but ran unceasingly along

the starlight path.

I tripped and got up, 

grimy, sweaty, tired, 

blinded by my love.

We spot each other from across the clearing and scream,

as loud as feral beasts,

chasing the ends of the ever-shortening starlight path.

We smash together and the beam

disappears,

having fulfilled its purpose.

Dawn and Dusk rarely meet,

but they are forever connected by a starlight path.