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

[Joiedevivre]

I catch your thoughts
And listen not to
Spellbound notions
Of tropic nightly fancy
But to doubt.

Gorgeously poetic lines.

[Steph K]

This is truly a tribute to the galaxy and beyond. Deep, concise and simply beautiful

[roy mccarthy]

awesome poem :)

[nonno noo]

beautiful piece. romance conveyed with dreamy, poetic words. i'm shelving this one for sure.

[Richard Williams]

Great stuff using astronomical terms. Using supernova as time and Saturn as frozen eyes are wonderful. This is quite good and memorable.

[Tkess]

Very interesting write. Much like the cosmos, little is truly understood about love. They are both a mystery.

[Veritatis Cupitor]

"Time is our supernova.
A spark in a shroud
Of shattered glass.
Burn for a sunny second
Then collapse."

Great lines. I did have to reread the end though. I couldn't quite understand what you meant by "they lose grip". Also, you should add a comma after fingers. overall, great imagery. a nice poem

[Novel Reader]

Really awesome. The way you wrote about space is brilliant!

[Chris]

Seems many hear - few listen. I wonder of being so unquestionable to another. Being a pedastaled deity or mentality leaves little freedom to be whom we are.

As to the poem... clarity and not gimmickry - remember too few listen, they HEAR what they think they saw which is seldom what you actually said. I like the "moons ago" though I wonder if most assume it was really 'moons go' and don't bother to ask.

The first seven lines are breathless - but if it were 6 instead - then the seventh would have a weight with which to pause and think upon.

Merely my thoughts...
Take care,
Chris