Cosmic Appetence
Our Dark Design
Dear Star-crossed Lover,
The sky dances through the days, blending darkness and light, an eternal ballet. Two kindred spirits cursed with opposing worlds.
Forever savouring just a glimpse of the others beauty in the distance. Auras flicker, intertwined at each dusk and dawn, but never to become one.
Blessed with a life full of love, but cursed to never be held in your embrace. Fortunate to share a galaxy, but in separate homes our sorrows grow.
Each day I embark on my journey to find you still, rising to the peaks of the mountains and setting into the depths of the sea.
When I stumble upon your light and our eyes briefly meet, my life has meaning. Only to be swept away with the stars as I fade into the abyss once more.
Until we meet again,
Forever Your Sunshine.
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Tonya Newman
Just an island girl who loves adventure. Trying to live my best life in this messed up, beautiful world. And writing along the way...
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This is so beautifully written, gosh
This is absolutely beautiful. I wish you all the best with it and that love.
Longing & desire expressed from a fixed point between two literally star-crossed lovers. But take it one step further from either of their perspectives, where the object of your desire is always there, just slipping out of reach. Or how about from another perspective far distant where the two are actually part of the same whole & always together, but without knowing it. I have witnessed the ill-fated dance of couples from each of these perspectives. One couple led a Bible study for us when I was in junior high & high school. He was a DJ on the local radio station & also Catholic. She was divorced. Everyone in the group knew they were head over heels for each other & were rooting for them all the way. The planet between them was the Catholic teaching against divorce & marrying someone who was divorced without papal dispensation. It didn't belong there. Every single last one of us knew it. But they held it there, fixed in place between the two of them, with the encouragement of church tradition. And so it remained, while the rest of us grieved a crossing of stars that never should have been. Tragically beautiful poetry, dancing on the edge of delight, forever lost in both shadow & light.