Moth Dust.

frosted tower
snow ghosts
littering decay.
I wait for you,
a winter moth
in an hourglass
full of rain.
The broken heart spyglass
a cracked mirror
of fractured glass.
Bleeding soul light,
I glitter in the emptiness.
Vast oceans,
indigo sinking.
This is the twilight slumber
sleeping dead kept at my feet.

Are you ever coming back?

Solid structure
fades away
A star dying in black space.
All things forged
must return to dust.
And I return to where I came.