empty

in my horizons

i look for

sunsets -

blazing fires

that will take me

down.

under my sky

on my stars

i wish for magic -

brazen power

that will lift me

up.

in my loveless world

i wish not

to be loved.

in my barren heart

i want to give

and never take.

i want to build

a forest

of self sustenance

to drink waters

of my palms

and what if

i was all

i ever needed.

but every golden sun

i curse the ground

and every silver moon

i cry

because i am empty

and need to be filled

head hanging low -

again.