Astronomy
The fleece of clouds draws gently o'er
those tiny twinkling minions
Half face of moon peers silently
voicing no opinions
A comfort here, this quiet night
drawn close as garments worn
into an old familiarness
which no elegance adorns...
This is a poet's environ -
remember what I wrote to you?
Words lost on eyes that couldn't see
all that love I'd hoped to prove...
Almost silent, aching nightscape
which the tiny creatures greet
ignorant of an emotional storm
churning here in me
I gaze upon those shining stars,
so far away, so small to me -
This distance you've put between us:
we've become astronomy -
The study of brilliant objects,
mysterious and compelling
Did you know that you still orbit here -
my galaxy is your dwelling.
So cold and clear, the space of sky
might take my breath away
as when the body heat escaped
from this planet's days...
The fleece of clouds draws slowly o'er
a beautiful, far-off Venus
Oh, how I miss that intimate warmth
once unconstrained between us...
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