Promise You an End by Frank Vasquez

There were stars that weren't charted
and we sailed between them all.
Each morning, a new one started,
and each evening another would fall.
To be someone else's wish or
collapse into itself.

Still, the same, there a black spot,
from Earth one less bright spot,
and nowhere the radiance of a brilliant wonder
for it had burst through atmosphere and come asunder
or else a terrible blight on the peace of minds
and tasted of bitter, rotten apple, did this pie of mine.

One taste, dear, and one listen,
that was our exchange.
In haste, fear, and one missing
component to us: the grange
burning and never with a roof
for we let the rain fall on our heads always.

This house of ours on untilled land,
there a sun, a star, a moon, in every moment.
For no roof was built, and I'd never laid a hand
on your pretty little face, but every last of me you spent
on fear and loathing, and a journey to the stars.
We never could bring a wish back with us.

I promise you an end.

We traveled far and we traveled wide
going nowhere, and everywhere but here, though in-between
the stars collapsing into themselves and through atmosphere, I died.
One would think we'd caught our wishing star, or one we'd seen,
but, instead, our hearts fell and I left to follow it
while you bled out and kept twitching.

I promise you an end
is soon if you'll only leave the way
Lead us to another moment
and the past is past is where it will stay.
Kiss me in this moonlight-
remind me of the coming bright day.
Close my eyes to storm clouds growing.

Or wallow in your self-hate.