(For Michelle Greenwood-Brown,
in appreciation of her mosaics and her teaching.)
Two hundred million years ago,
in a galaxy far from ours,
A great star died in a fiery blast,
While coelacanths and turtles swam.
By moony night, my lover and I
Vow that our love will endure.
We miss the glim of that death above,
While coelacanths and turtles mate.
Present or past, time's arrows shall fly
The longest-lived flames expire,
Attraction of darkness swallow light
And no living creatures will swim.
11th October 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Imaginative and very interesting. Try ImagineIf you have time.Thanks.