OUR UNIVERSE

Our love is like the blue planet
unique in its fluid fundament
making all life possible.
We are the binary star; dancing,
held by our mutual attraction
burning brighter together than apart.
You are the quasar
the brightest object known
providing a beacon to my bewilderment.
Your passions are the pursuits of the Horsehead Nebula,
creating the embryonic with your enviable energy.
When I am Zeta Ophiuchi you are the quantum constant
that allows me to plow through.
The course of comets plays out in your dark mysteries that bind
all who roam through your orbit, no matter how elliptical.
We see the dark space between as moments to
look into each other without worry.
I set the beat of my heart to your pulsar.
Others are the moons captured by your cloudy, stormy nature.
I am the solar winds that seek to add to your energy
and precipitate the prescient change to your stellar nature.
I see the curvature in the space-time continuum
in every expanse of your intimate infinities
while seeking the release of your event horizon
as we collapse into that galaxy that showcases
our singularity.
You are the string theory that explains
my innermost understandings
as I create wormholes to get to your distant unknowables.

Youth of Age

It has been decades
since my decadence.
So sly was I
always did I wonder why.
Why do the birds sing a song so gay?
I want to know all they say.
Before beyond, from whence to where
not even once did I not care.
Slightly sprightly was I
a wild child who yearned to fly.

My loving thoughts kept in mind,
most of youth in age turn blind.
From the decadence arose
a Peter Pan with bells on toes
to stand and beckon all to be
forever young just like me.