Her cosmic constellation.

Her cosmic constellation.

Her constellation of stars

painted, had heart,

the image displayed,

night sky balanced.

But in a infinitesimal moment

stars fell all in glitter

on the road of the sun lost,

on the wings of wind

blown to oblivion,

the aurora of her love

denied, discarded:

the black hole had arrived.

Reviews

[Scott Thompson]

Nice work! I very much enjoyed the expansive feeling of this one.

[alifeacoustic]

This is beautifully captured Andrew. I don't like to pick favourites, but this is certainly up there with your best. The arrival and departure of beauty in such a brief and flitting glimpse, just like in life. We spend so brief a time in it's wonder, but get lost in playing over the memory of what wasn't to be.
Brilliant.