Moments of emotion spinning
like planets in an empty sky.
Space and time pass, and mean nothing;
universes defined and made
as orbits chase and intersect.
So how can I love you,
creator of my worlds?
Come in, and be my astrolabe
and starship all in one; my earth
and meteor storm; my asteroid;
my airlock and my telescope.
It’s lonely out with dark matter,
And satellites are few.
So hard to change direction now;
without your gravitation’s pull.
A first go at playing with this metaphor.
Good job. I like it.
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I admire your skill with metaphor – something I find very difficult. This is an inspiring poem.
Wonderful! I’m a sci-fi buff so I enjoyed the content. The metaphor was on point 🙂
Then you should play more often. You do it well. I like the last two stanzas in particular.