Celestial.
Sometimes it feels like
she and I are sailing
through the milky way galaxy
on entirely different spacecrafts,
blazing through the black abyss
at 17,500 miles per hour
and with careful planning,
copious amounts of fuel,
blind faith
and perhaps divine intervention
from some celestial being…
we’ll end up on the same moon
for an afternoon
and if we’re lucky for a weekend.
And,
we’ll just exist there,
alone,
just the two of us for a good while,
watching the stars
and the worlds
and the comets
go by,
forgetting about our ambitions and explorations and dreams.
Until one of us decides it’s time to leave.
– fin –
By Cole Schafer.
I’ve written two books of poetry and prose: One Minute, Please? and Quarantine Dreams. You should grab a cup of coffee (or a generous pour of whiskey) and give them a look. ❤
