I would be content to be a constant star, or better still, a constellation shining brightly in your nighttime from afar; a trusted guide, an inspiration.
Inner motivation pushed me from my place and sent me hurtling through the skies, chancing an encounter with your whirling grace and the shining smiling of your eyes.
Now not driven, only being drawn to you by planetary force - not gravity, but stronger still - the sight of someone being true, the steady pull of honesty.
Plunging, reckless, through your atmosphere of care, drinking in your warmth until I glow and burst - a billion blooming wishes everywhere - too briefly, brightly burning as I go.
I have been condemned to be a shooting star, one who deals in days and not forevers. Time too short to catch enough of who you are to last throughout a thousand nevers.
Shakespearean love on a cosmic scale!
And so, the question arises, to ask of strict materialists: What mere "animal" could have made something like this poem--could have captured such majesty; would have wanted to; would have needed to? As you and your ilk search for man's essence in the make up of his gizzard, his soul paints pictures, sings songs and fashions wonders all about you! Poor fools; poor blind and deaf fools!.
Raise your hand in victory, Joel--you just kicked Darwin's a*s.
Joel..this is beautiful.. I agree its perfect and then brought home with "to last throughout a thousand nevers". I love it...xx Your light will shine for all forevers :)x
the steady "would be" of the beginning makes the last verse all the more sad. a beautiful poem, summed up with the line "one who deals in days and not forevers" --- days and not forevers--- that'll stick with me. Love it.