She Is Nothing Like The Stars

Celestial musings

She Is Nothing Like The Stars

She is nothing like Sirius,
But her eyes are the bluest blue.
Nor is she like Antares
Yet her skin has a warm, soft hue.

Her hair is like the golden Milky Way
Draped across the dark sky,
Unlike all the spectral jewels ever 
Through the telescope spied.

Would she be like the Sun
I could not gravitate to her more
And still be as distant.
Like a wave never greeting the shore,

Her eyes never meeting mine.
She is nothing like the stars, except...
Expressed in time,
Light years away.

Reviews

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I love these comparisons with your musings!
Nicely structured with wonderful flow.