PART 4.
thirteen billion years ago
an existence
burst from a cosmic
singularity.
stars were born,
and died
in millions of years
that may as well have been
seconds.
and their energy went on,
to form new beauty,
planets,
life.
and when all is said and done,
and we are faded from memory,
this process will continue.
but right now,
in a fleeting moment
that will be consumed by
endless time
all too soon
the cosmic energy
that exists as my being
has been chartered a course
through inconsequential waters,
because my voyage
will only truly begin
with her,
(you,)
because we are lucky enough
to have currents
that either cross paths
or joined together,
and will carry us together,
for as long as they're
supposed to.
and when those currents
whither and fade,
and we are made to go
to wherever it is that we're needed
i hope that we will meet again
when we are called back
to the universe.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poésiepoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
