Cosmic Quest (Part I): Awaiting Arrival
This story begins the time before…
Where were you? this time is not linear these planets have not aligned and though the eclipse blocks out the sun and leaves us in darkness it has not burned you out of my mind. Are you a ghost riding on a meteor's wing trailing behind a comet's tail ignited in fury? Are you taking refuge on a Jovian moon healing your wounds from your last intergalactic battle with love? Hurry - stranger, ghost, time traveler from afar Time moves in a linear fashion here and I cannot stall the hour hand much longer. Where are you? Do you live in the past of sputniks and planets 9? Did I miss your passing by being born too late? I wait... for shooting stars to mark your arrival.
Lisa Williams said:
This is an amazing poem, beautiful metaphors!
Sincerely, Lori said: