Words

At last I have found my 
promised my loved ones 
more searching I do not, I stay here. 
To the time of the last 
until the end of my trip I do, I get to 
extinguishing star, the darkness of space. 
My body is home to a wicked witch 
it wants to hear stories and each of them 
write-up. 
The words the pain inside me just get it out of typing. 
Not the words of a way to frost, frost 
I often just look forward to the stories, 
that night on my lips to give away. 
My dreams are big, wide world currency.