End of the Line

Loving you to ceilings 

Your face pressed into night 

Beyond gilded globes of radio sound 

Singing its end of life. 

In speakers jamming photons 

Dead thoughts pierced to floor, 

Emotions held together, 

By the rails of a roaring horn. 

In silence once dejected, 

Resounding fears resurfaced, 

Beings of shape without face 

Unknowing of their purpose. 

In the midst of visions

In the sky, you've drowned, 

With the rippling waves of memories 

My love, my light burns out.