Shooting StarA Poem by H.L. CerveiseA very old poemShooting Star
I feel like a Romeo without a Juliet. A wheel without an axle Must I be a thorn that has no rose? A seed that be not planted in the sod.
I feel like a universe which has no matter. A rogue planet which can see no sun. Am I the only life form to be found in this barren cosmos, A fallen star who jets briefly in glory across the empty night.
I feel I am nothing, Not the moon, Not the sun, Neither be I the universe, I possess the human form, Even so, the shape fits me not.
I have worn many masks. Each facade has melted in the pouring rain. Like sugar cubes that dissolve in the tea of life, The used leaves have lost all their savor, And bitter brown mulch be of no importance.
Like the shooting star, Which blazed across the heavens. Then fell to the waiting earth. A burnt-out rock which clutters the ground. And when the heat has cooled. Someone will cherish that lump of stone. They will hold it close, Never again will it blaze with fervent light. Gravity won the battle and can do no more.
So be I the StarIvy entangled in the cosmos's heart © 2016 H.L. CerveiseAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 1, 2016 Last Updated on December 1, 2016 AuthorH.L. CerveisePenn Yan, NYAboutI am a computer consultant and creative writer. I should also tell you a number of my writings are inspired by on-line encounters I have in virtual worlds of various natures. Often these worlds spill .. more..Writing
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