Until The Planets Collide Poem by Sinashta, Sidra

Prepare, these weary eyes won't remain.
Thought you had nothing left to gain,
But nothing can shatter this heart again
And the odor of past revived your pain,

Every patch of this yard heard your whisper,
Under the glimmering aspens and willows.
Evening comes with ease, or with sorrows,
In your dimmy night, longing did prosper.

Forget not those stars on the other side,
Until they die, until the planets collide,
Then, by the end you'll be able to decide
Whether your heart or brain shall abide.

And have you forgotten the moon's charm?
By its splendid light, all darkness shall vanish,
Flanked by grace, embraced by warmth arm,
And by then, all colored roses shall flourish,

When these weary eyes don't mourn,
Every patch of this chaos demises.
Even If time ends up and the stars burn,
You will be found, when the moon rises.