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

[Lizzie_Madrid]

OMG! I love that!

[Brittany weddle]

I love it, very powerful stuff. two thumbs up!

[Sweet Emotions]

Some of the lines cut off too suddenly, but other than that this is very nice!

[Inyourshadow]

A spark in a shroud of broken glass ~ captures the emotion of pain perfectly, how words or even actions cut us deep and affect us long after our deaths. Your use of metaphor is amazingly done and powerfully penned. Keep em' coming

[w2de35657u687y4324rf]

"Burn for a sunny second/Then collapse."
The supernova of bonds is tragic, I agree. Time is a murderer. I pity the exploded entity whom this was directed towards.

[Jeremy Baker]

Great motif for musing on our human significance and self-doubt. Great rhythm and structure as well. I really enjoyed reading this!

[Plagued Monumentally]

I agree with Michael of Gilead. I love your use of celestial metaphors throughout this poem. It was short and to the point, and I caught the whole thing clearly.

Beautiful poem.

[Ripple of Aqua]

So powerful and imaginative! I give props!

[Michael of Gilead]

Love the use of the celestial metaphors

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

Really beautiful and cool and dark yet glowing!