I walk the hallways of empty space,
empty space left listless and infinite,
and the alter of time’s spoils despised
between sweet breathes shared passionately.

No shade shall cast upon your light’s afterglow-
stars that shimmer within my deepest recesses-
to dull the opiate serenity your touch persuades.

By a throng of dreams, life-support sustains
the ruins of steep untrodden regions of morn
left without sound nor pulse in your absence.

Instead a caste of dreams, wishes, and hopes-
left unscathed and healthy- remain, stand
in the empty space within my heavy heart
where your succulent smile always shines.