Shards of starlight
lay broken
like the blood-stained
glass window
that I once watched
your world through

Somehow they shine
even in the void
This is the empty paradise
The cold soft beach
just out of yesterday's reach

You encircle
my tired heart
My restless reality
that drains the dream
and suffers my
odd delusions

Somehow it is
a comfort still
as if torment
were a blessing
The kind that reminds me
I am dying without you