where i revolve
like the moon and galaxy
who quietly anticipate the night
I patiently await the moment
that our hearts finally align
to explore the universe of your hair
to see my future in your eyes
as our souls unlock
every mystery unsolved
for I am a lonely satellite
in search of a shining star
and you will always be the light
where I revolve
Regarding the image: Pretty obvious why I selected this one for the poem, but those lips, that painted mouth…… SIGH
Space (75 words)
Emergency lights flickered. Astronaut Jack Archer stared out the cracked window to find a yellow pin prick of light against the black velvet universe.
He knew the risks when he volunteered, he didn’t care.
Pluto couldn’t be any colder or more desolate than living on Earth without his late wife.
He clipped her photo to the dashboard. Her face would deliver everlasting peace. He didn’t need anything more.
Humming engines died.
Darkness engulfed the spaceship.
While sipping wine and listening to soft Latin jazz and samba, I thought of the great love women/mothers provide unselfishly with no boundaries. Sadly, it often goes unappreciated. I truly believe it is difficult for any man to truly reciprocate the endless love & warmth their lady truly deserves.
This poem evolved from those thoughts.
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The little boy in me
stands before the immense
universe of your poetry
Where metaphors are constellations
and your deep verses
are remote galaxies
Your words travel beyond
time and space
forever eclipsing me
like a lonely particle of love
For you are my sun
I, your loyal moon
a small bewildered child
forever admiring
the infinity of you
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This Thursday I will be volunteering at a local Soup kitchen helping to feed the homeless for Thanksgiving. Thus, I needed to make my second post of the week today..
A few facts before poetry.
Earth to Sun = 92.96 million miles
Earth to nearest star = 4.22 light years
NYC to Dehradun, India = 11,602 kilometers
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In my mind I watch you standing on the
far side of a crowded room;
a universe away.
Later tonight I will watch the stars
outside my window;
light years beyond my reach.
That is when I’ll long to hold you and whisper,
there is no distance as infinite as
the space between you and me.
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Photo from Google Images.
The Lonely Author 