Stars That Waited To Fall

whose heart lies broken, in tiny pieces reflecting even the faintest hint of light? whose soul is bruised, whose lips are scarred? whose tears fall, like thunder in a cementary? whose silence burns, in the bitter cold? whose breath hanging, like clouds in the sunset? whose hunger sharpens, the web and the cave? whose longing, whose storms, whose desire that howls? whose life hanging, and who carried the cross? who are we if not lovers, if not dreamers who dream. if not the gentleness of the hand, and the fire of the tongue? who are we if not history, if not tomorrow and yesterday? who are we if not the given, stars that waited to fall?