Burning Stars

An empty moment too quick to fill
with the emptiness that's longed for.
I look and see the graceful Queen
of time moving her hands through the water
that flows beneath my feet
as I dangle from this mortal coil.
I would jump, but the stars don't shine
bright enough from the depths of the sea
and I can't see how deep the future is...
Or how many biting snow flakes freeze the surface
and trap me below.
For I'm already trapped in the past.
What I don't need is to burn my feet on the stars.