The Winter The stars began to fall from the sky

He could tell, with eyes closed

these Inscrutable Beings....

Called "People"

Had mythological, widely learned 

Distance between themselves.

Special, in ways...

They were reluctant to discuss.

Weather....he was lonely?

He wasn't.

He had Books

He was a Student, and he Learned.

A Garden...planted with

purple flowers and

Web-like blossoms that Extracted moisture 

from Thin Air.

His sleepy peace came to an end

The day the woman arrived.

 

She moved slowly, and 

he didn't want to be seen.

Aware of the break in Her....

She had innocently paused...

she said "Nothing".... and

he held himself very still.

Something he was good at.

Aware of the break... of the Rhythm in Her.

She said "Nothing"

He hid himself from the quiet

in a pool of Memory and Thought

Thoughts turned to abstract Matters

 

There was always talk of Time and Stars

The Universe itself was being 

taken apart... and reassembled.

Indifferent to his presence

He studied her face... her eyes

Bright and Liquid.

No one wanted to give away any 

Secrets.

 

She respected his silences... The Questions

she asked

Seldom intrusive...

And always... Aware, of what Was

Unspoken... between them.

 

And so I held her again... and

thought back to When....

and might have been.... 

How I always give in

They took pictures of Light

For the first time recently, in both

Wave and Particle Form

And we go on doing amazing things

Our souls so weathered and worn, I hope you know

 

"I'm perfectly satisfied with you.....in all

The ways you are..."

 

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This is a very beautiful

This is a very beautiful poem, and creates a whole universe around itself.


Starward

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U R the oldest poet on POS Poems.

R u still writing? Interesting poem. ~Stella Crews