5 November 2012
I stood outside
In the piercing
November cold,
Back pressed
Against
Rough brickwork,
Looking at
The expanse
Of omnipresent
Deep black,
Pitted with
Veiled stars,
And wondered
If you were
Pondering
Upon the
Stars too;
For no matter
The distance
We are still
Under the
Same sky,
And how
Far can we
Ever be
When our
Hearts are
Still entwined?
As if to
Seal the deal
A shooting star
Blazed by;
A few seconds
Of bright
Beauty before
It faded, died,
And I hoped
Beyond hope
That our love
Would not
Meet
The same fate;
Fleeting,
Wonderful,
Yet destined
To burn out.
Omnipresent Sky • Opuss № I