A love story
played out in a theatre –
twenty trillion
supporting actors,
it’s about love
between Venus and Mars.
The set is the moon,
and beyond the stars.
Light from the farthest star
refracts, scatters –
the stars retrace their steps
across the sky,
and forecasts a message
for the teachers,
in search of their creator
before death.
A white horse meanders
through a forest.
Night’s orchestra plays,
now the show must end –
racing comets
steer their way from afar,
as great curtains cover the scene
with clouds.
(A poem from the book 'Mr Blue Sky' by O. Phillips © 2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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