Sierra's Comet

A tale about a stargazer who's heart is smitten over a single, unforgettable object in the sky

                      

1

I remember the first time I laid my eyes upon her as I can well remember breathing.

Such magnificent aura that enveloped my devotion that evening.  

Captivating my attention to thought clearing effect

 it seemed as if time paused, she remained in place staring back direct

  allowing me to appreciate such a gorgeous view this heart-altering night.

Alas, I was mistaken for it was all process in my body that ceased because of blissful sight.

Every nerve, every impulse, diverting all energy in utmost necessity

 to allow my eyes to be the only part of my being to function perfectly.  

For in that moment, all I could do, all I wanted… was to gaze in awe.

  But, for what was enjoyed as minutes was broken in moments as I saw

    Comet continued her course out of view.

Then it was that moment my heart witnessed meaning of beauty true.

Body and mind thawed from admiration’s freeze, senses first thought went

“Till again whence shall I see you O sweet Comet!?”

 

                       2

Moon, object of easily mislead minds to believe what beauty is

 color of ‘purity’ a quality foolish men make Moon hath doth bids.

Symmetrical shape ‘perceived’ to be without flaw.

Pompous Moon takes riches from and toils upon man only to leave straw.

Yet gracious gift given to me that true beauty did perchance witness

  warrior of beauty hath left my deepest joy forever in bliss  

The curves of Comet’s shape hath such brilliance that doth make

  blatant moon an uncharacteristic shade of envy take.

My sweet comet, stunning in looks yet also astonishing speed

  to traverse her path with rampageous force, disposition of fast-steed

   whilst effortlessly coordinating her trajectory, whizzing around Planets.

Also moving away from and bouncing off Rock’s unrelenting nets.

For it is her audience of one that hath enjoyed her performance from afar

  but my yearning for another look upon her hath left my body marred.

 

                       3

Age hath carried me along, tasks testing my character

  fate patiently guiding me to event I unaware.

Leading me to the moment that Comet came my way again!

Every while I was lucky enough to gaze at her feelings of zen

  first felt came welcoming me like old friends, also parting each time in such fashion.

Every singular phase of bliss I thanked equal stars of luck with great passion.

As frequent I was able to gaze upon the gorgeous Comet my mind driven

 to the crossroads of conclusion… twas fate or coincidence she appears within vision?

For how long would I have the joy of gazing upon O Comet marvelous

  till she continues on her course and thus disappear into dark solace?

But not my only worry, for Rock have begun to cross path without discretion

 although not easy it would be to avert beauty from her solely known destination.

Her hazel aura could intimidate Rock of lesser worthiness to vibrate

  into trails dirt of milliseconds doth leave behind as time doth decimate.

 

                       4

It is decided! The moment hath come for my existence to her be made aware.

Determination acting as my shuttle, focused to approach thy comet most fair

 to show how her gravitational pull on my heart hath brought me amongst point.

Uncertainty, Rejection at mission control’s helm, vexing me not to forego in joint

  they do not understand: Will is not a fuel funded by intellect

    but a resource readily given by heart most select!

Blasting off now, all systems go! Towards my destination

  unknown to me the outcome whence I peak her inclination.

Care this I do not, she must know

  how thy struck of strings my heart her sight hath sown.

What hath taken my heart so long to realize and amass

  a plan to encounter proving not too subtle nor too brash

For I to show her that among the billions of fantastic spectacles in the sky

  it is her that, for as long as I am able to see, that has caught my eye.

                                 

 

 

Author's Note

This poem was part of an elaborate, bordering on insane, plan to introduce myself to a girl whom I saw around campus that I found very attractive. Despite my nervous vocal sentences and compliments about her, when I finally worked up the courage to walk up and introduce myself; I had delivered the poem to her, in scroll form wrapped in a green ribbon that matched her eyes, cool and calm like Jack Burton. This poem was about that girl and has hints of her features riddled throughout the poem. Yet I doubt she'll find these hints, but the plan did prove quite successful! She was astonished and amazed. Leave it to me to think of an original, and different way to introduce myself rather than just walk and say, "Hi my name is...." :)

Reviews

[Seventh Fallen]

I like it. Keep me posted on new poems or "Random Thoughts" as you keep on your journey to that Meteor Shower!

[Black]

its really beautifull
keep on writing