Poem: Comets.
When you left me on the doorstep,
Your hands all filled with stars,
I asked you if you would be coming home.
You smiled and called me your hyacinth girl,
And closed the door, and walked away.
When I see shooting stars, I think of you.
We flash across the skylines of
Each other's lives like comets,
Leaving bright tails of ice and nonsense
Burning, incandescent, in our wakes.
Out, out, brief candle, and the stage
Is cleared, the curtain falls,
And all the sky is black again...
But I remember stardust and your smile,
And I remember how you held my hand,
And I will wear these hyacinths
For you.
Your hands all filled with stars,
I asked you if you would be coming home.
You smiled and called me your hyacinth girl,
And closed the door, and walked away.
When I see shooting stars, I think of you.
We flash across the skylines of
Each other's lives like comets,
Leaving bright tails of ice and nonsense
Burning, incandescent, in our wakes.
Out, out, brief candle, and the stage
Is cleared, the curtain falls,
And all the sky is black again...
But I remember stardust and your smile,
And I remember how you held my hand,
And I will wear these hyacinths
For you.