Return

Cold and confused,
you return to her arms,
her breath loud in your ears
like the roar of midnight
as it crashes into the sky.
Silently
you go.
Your scent becomes a memory
locked in her dark, hollow arms.
She will hold you forever,
that mistress,
that mother earth.
And I am left with nothing
but morning blue,
the lingering dream of you
broken,
in pieces. You,
music notes scattered
across darkness. You,
untouchable, but present
in everything I feel.
You,
littering my sky
with stars.