From morning unto night,
your day revolves around routine;
Cycles, aspects of interaction.
Each phase, ascending
through different chores;
You move, among
tight knit circles
of close friends, family and your sons.
Waxing and waning,
as the moon, herself,
in her orbit around the Earth,
you show the same pleasant side
to everyone…
I, a lone meteor, a fading cinder,
streaking, in declining line,
through the frictionless void.
Can teach of the origin of stars;
But am fated to travel straight:
In the trajectory of an arrow through the dark
from one end of space to the other
with everything to come already gone.
Look, over your shoulder,
just above the horizon:
For a brief, flirtatious moment,
I intrude into your life;
See the dark side of your face
and am gone…
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