by poetrydiary

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.