Stars Shine Over Midway

Amorous day

Has burned

Into a loveless dusk.

The lamp posts dress in black,

And mourning the death of day,

They whisper:

What is it to be lonely?

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The blood of starlight flows in your veins.

You hold your heart in your hands

Like a lantern

And offer it up to the starless sky.

I could hang my heart next to yours.

Together we might scoff at the night,

Not like the lamp posts, wasting away,

But like twin headlights

Charging through a vapor of dissolving souls.

We could make a dawn of our own.