Many Moons Later

Of all cosmic wastes

And divine entities

I catch your thoughts

And listen not to 

Spellbound notions

Of tropic nightly fancy

But to doubt.

Time is our supernova. 

A spark in a shroud 

Of shattered glass. 

Burn for a sunny second

Then collapse.

Your hand is but a 

Star on earth, to the sky.

And fingers atoms to 

The breathing horizon. 

They are my universe. 

And yet, as many moons ago

They lose grip.

And my Saturn eyes freeze. 

Reviews

[Misty Blue Eyes]

this was catchy i liked it, keep writing

[Sugar Plum ♥]

It`s amazing how you feel the connection between cosmic energies and human love...I love it!

[WhiteWillow]

We are but a tiny part of the universe, as we are love. Nice comparisons, wonderful words.

[Little Birdie]

"Time is our supernova." this is simply beautiful.

[Dahlia Phoenix]

"Your hand is but a
Star on earth, to the sky.
And fingers atoms to
The breathing horizon. "

This is incredibly beautiful. The feeling of this poem touches me and I love how slow the pace for it.

[Judy Ponceby]

Lovely write, beautiful images.

[C.M. Waters]

Beautiful imagery!

[~goh~]

Oi! You, the Maker of Bubbles!
If you don't have something nice to say, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL.

In any case, I think it's quite lovely :3
Keep writing.

[THE MAKER OF BUBBLES]

not very good

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Your imagery is amazing! It really gets me thinking, very poetic. My favorite part of this poem is definitely the last line, because it makes us all pause at its abrupt ending, and the effect is outstanding.