Perished Planet

life eludes
its own existence

save the day
our lips collide

upon the spiraled
astral cusp
in luminary solace

clasped together
damning every grain of sand
felled from our grasp

whispered words
dripping collapse

from noctilucent clouds
escarping

i implore you
promise
to eclipse me

like a second sun

let not this fleeting
false abyss
reduce us
to accursed ashes

consciousness
committed to the listless
loss of languid silence

let us be
the impetus

that summons dusk
and dawn
anew

reflected
in the morning dew

strewed long
the perished planet