A Strange Phenomenon Poem by Satish Verma
A Strange Phenomenon
When the lone night sleeps
I wake up the moon
for a monologue.
You listen with unblinking eyes
and hear by shivering skin.
Constancy remains alert.
You wanted me to define―
the time. Will that change with
our age, unknown to bystanders?
You were not yourself
in my presence, becoming a lost
child in trance, struck by a magic spell.
There was no physical passage.
Timelessly you would stare at me
to enter my thoughts.
Like a blue butterfly, I will
fly in the room to kiss you, and
bring back the feel of merge.
After a long pause we would part,
taking the scented dream
of our interrupted moments.
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5/20/2024 9:58:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Time, a non-negotiable element of Life as mortality has proven...Born to die, just as the moon, sun, stars & space...while here within this dimension, we can bond with said forces of God's astrological largess...and speak to these elements if we choose, so long as we listen to their answers to our queries...as aside from their 'Creator' their be no more glaring and trustable source of our lives and planets future than these forces. So, why not take the TIME to dialogue while time and space are still masque by science as conceived by a Bang & a whole of blackness...And they call them Rocket Scientists! God help us all, my friend.~FjR~