5 hours ago
you kept a five-sided star just east of your reach.
where a gravity yet to be theorized is all I understand
when I look into your eyes.
I remember how you moved within the gyres,
tiny snowstorms, black on white,
temples softly drawn— a tether of snow in a tremble of time,
stepping in, stepping out, every moment, every fall, every rise.
Facing one another, will our voices intertwine?
Or will they only learn to fly alone to open sky,
past every roof beam, past the horizon line,
with your laughter, my foolish pantomime,
and the infinite ways a rainbow's singularity aligns in your smile?
I cannot forget, cannot turn away, cannot remember flight.
I do not know how to begin the end,
how to say goodbye.
Hello poets, I'm new here and sort of new to writing in this fashion but would like some criticism on this before I decide to give it to someone. Thank you very much! Michael.
You said each night it will ignite before the morning wakes.
Yet rivers of silver galaxies entwine nature's fragile countenance, where a gravity yet to be theorized is all I understand
when I look into your eyes.
I remember how you moved within the gyres,
tiny snowstorms, black on white,
temples softly drawn— a tether of snow in a tremble of time,
stepping in, stepping out, every moment, every fall, every rise.
Facing one another, will our voices intertwine?
Or will they only learn to fly alone to open sky,
past every roof beam, past the horizon line,
with your laughter, my foolish pantomime,
and the infinite ways a rainbow's singularity aligns in your smile?
I cannot forget, cannot turn away, cannot remember flight.
I do not know how to begin the end,
how to say goodbye.
Hello poets, I'm new here and sort of new to writing in this fashion but would like some criticism on this before I decide to give it to someone. Thank you very much! Michael.