When you pour yourself into a fractured cup
You will find that nothing will ever fill you up.
Keep spilling your heart and soul inside
Until you are exhausted with that endless tide
The pouring of yourself into another’s heart
The burning up yourself to light the dark
Until you are as cold and quiet as ash
Your love a dry metallic cash
In this new economy of selflessness
Where they are all and you are less and less.
And yet dimished as you seem
Fix your eye on your unchanging dreams
For now you live in an abandoned home
But step outside beneath the dome
Of a thousand shining guiding stars
Recalling what you were and where you are