Navigating Bone Ships In the Night

Fragile specks of stardust moving through self-created time
with delicate cases we hold universes inside our rattling bones,
continually searching to find the arms of the ones we call home.
The cruelty of life is the very device which carries us here
translucent suitcase of blood and skin
we leave the same way we enter and begin
nowhere nearer to be clear, but if only for one brilliant moment
we might see answers reflected across dazzling nocturnal skies,
lucidity found deep within the echo of our lovers eyes.
We are fools navigating bone ships in the night
with nothing to guide us, we are blind in our flight -
spiraling flesh hurtling along the crust of a molten shell
amplifying the culpability of our own obliteration.
We fore tell the end quicker than recognizing that we even began
hiding the irreplaceability of our souls,
we refute what we intrinsically know.
Burying our fragility amongst duty to forces unknown -
invisible rules denying our profundity,
hidden amongst a lack of nudity,
the absence of love leaves us all bare.