Until then

Until then, I will roll myself up 

into this blanket of words and phrases, 

I will make friends with thoughts and dreams.

Until then I will say to the stars 

that they were unborn once, and that I 

was born from them, once 

One day, the stars too will be gone, 

Some have, it seems, already died 

but shine anyway as though

They were ghosts of my words and dreams 

Refusing to believe 

in a death that spells silence.

Until then, there will be words,

 more of these letters and spaces strung together 

Forcing meaning into sounds and wounds 

And all of those in between could have beens.

One day, I too, will have no words

Until then though,

It’s not lips but those silent warmth of the stars

Not words but whispers of my name 

Not your arms, but your skin that melts into mine

Your breath, at once mine and  

not once evermore 

Until then, I shall imagine 

Glorious dreams to take to another star