The Heartbeat of a Dying Star
The firmament spins in a matter of seconds. To my yearning, a second is still a day.
But we dance our cosmic dance to celestial music, and our laughter echoes through the heavens.
Now, I draw you close; now, you careen away. You glow and dim as my heart skips and gains a beat.
We were both children of the light. We swam the tides of time, ever growing, ever waning.
Till we came together in death, never so passionate, never so alive.
As Now.
Not for us the fate of the recluse, of the poet, of the lunatic. Our dance is our penance, our madness, our poetry.
We are worlds, nay, the originators of worlds. But we are content to fill each others' skies.
And now, my dear, breathe one last breath. Turn one last time away. Spare one last moment of distance.
For this is the minute of our union. The longest minute in our life of aeons, yet the shortest for its ecstasy.
For as we meet, and merge, and shatter, our laughter is the loudest, and our screams pure music.
But we dance our cosmic dance to celestial music, and our laughter echoes through the heavens.
Now, I draw you close; now, you careen away. You glow and dim as my heart skips and gains a beat.
We were both children of the light. We swam the tides of time, ever growing, ever waning.
Till we came together in death, never so passionate, never so alive.
As Now.
Not for us the fate of the recluse, of the poet, of the lunatic. Our dance is our penance, our madness, our poetry.
We are worlds, nay, the originators of worlds. But we are content to fill each others' skies.
And now, my dear, breathe one last breath. Turn one last time away. Spare one last moment of distance.
For this is the minute of our union. The longest minute in our life of aeons, yet the shortest for its ecstasy.
For as we meet, and merge, and shatter, our laughter is the loudest, and our screams pure music.
Labels: poetry
posted by Sketchy Self at 2:41 PM
Your thoughts: 9
how vivid an image without the link.
aha! never did science and poetry engage in a cosmic dance such as this one!!
Nice!
It is true that in union lies liberation, yet it is the fate of the recluse, of the poet, of the lunatic that is dearer to me now.
say, i just like #5.
wordver: uohhtoh. saturnian for what ho!
culminated but aint eliminated.....zabardast
awesome!! Long time i read something like this. Things like these keep me going, for a few days more at least.
Visited your blog after many days. I dont have anything new to add..Ravi's first comment aptly describes what i feel.
Fantastic Fusion of Science & Poetry.just awesome.
I dont have anything enw to add either... but fascinated by the word ver:
exklaws
Didnt want to waste a brilliant wv...
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