See, with your eyes which are rapiers, the moons scattered among the stars. These stepping stones into forever softly speak our story. Oh, wondrous syllables, oh, unspeakable cadences, hear them echo in comfort across the spaces of my heart.
We are alike two solar empires, vibrant, pulsing roads into the impossibility of space. The silk of our roads is the lifeblood of civilizations, the knowledge of languages, the limes of understanding. Lying in the darkness, they trade the smooth, ion-fueled markings of love.
See, with your eyes which are sabers, the planets embedded between the stars. These stepping stones into forever softly unfold our hymn. Oh, sonorous letters, oh, mellifluous stanzas, catch them echo in joy across the star-charts of my mind.
We are alike two intergalactic councils, lively, silent beacons anchored in the impossibility of space. The bells of our prayer are the humming of commerce, the manuscripts of wisdom, the borders of empathy. Shining in the darkness, they exchange the intangible, ion-fueled markings of love.
See, with your eyes which are like épées, the only truth which shall escape the hunger of black holes; shall outlast the burning of fusion-stars; shall imbibe the sickness of forever engines; shall bind the passion of terran empires; the stepping stones into forever.Back to Poems