Through your portal door of entry I saw.

Your love - a space odyssey,

and I, a floating monolith.

While I was surrounded

by your darkness

where you stood

your worlds below

looked quite beautiful.

Cosmetically, the universe

was your playground

as you dazzled me

with your silvery stars

and burning lights bright,

a comet's fair.

But looking back

via a moon's reflection

there was still a twinkle

in your solar eye,

and while you outwardly displayed

your big bang theory

in an outpouring of emotions,

a meteorite shower to name a few

You pushed me through your black-hole,

floating in a broken vessel

'til I was gone.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very interesting metaphor for how love can use us up...if we fly too long in another's galaxy we become a burned out star, still reflecting on what could have been....but wasn't.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... we all will find ourself in the
atmosphere of ever after... among the stars
dazzled by a million wishes made and dreamed upon.
The phases of the Moon are like seasons of sweet diversion. truly, Pat