There will always be a reason
For you to come back to me.
No matter how far fate takes you
From the origin of our story
The purest part of you
Will always seek me in your dreams.
The years may age us both
Taking the edge off our passion,
Bringing our ambitions to fruition,
Giving us new focuses for our hopes,
But when you sleep, you will always see me.
Like a lodestone, my soul pulls at yours.
Like a lost relic or an unfinished letter,
I lie hidden beneath time's accumulation
But still you know I am there
Waiting to be uncovered and treasured
Even in my faded state.
And I remain faithful in my own way.
I stay fixed in a moon's orbit
While you shoot through the sky like a comet.
You burn in your own friction.
I bask in reflected light, the satellite of a satellite.
Serene as I may appear,
I freeze in the absence of your fire.
As you approach, I begin to hope.
As if I could slow your race,
As if I could change your trajectory,
I anticipate; I imagine; I fantasize.
And then you appear like a star.
You draw everyone in with your charisma.
You blaze on a stage of your own idealism.
We are all enthralled by your persona.
But it is offstage, when your lights are dimmed,
And I am welcomed in to your private life
That something dormant stirs in both of us
And the world fades away for the time we can find
To revel in our stolen moments alone
And remember what it is to be whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dang, Suzanne! This sizzles—which is to say, yow! It has strong gravitational pull. Craft-wise something to consider—the moon-comet images. Moons orbit planets, yes? I don’t have a suggestion, but you’ll figure something out. -Glen
Hi Glen! Thanks for commenting. In this poem the moon is orbiting a planet and the comet goes whizzing by every seventy years or so.