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

[Enigma]

This was a very interesting read. I wasn't expecting something so profound and deep. The words used to make this where perfect none the less. Amazing.

[Tasha]

This was wonderful, it flowed nicely and it had excellent imagery.
♥ Ta'Shandra