Nebula

 

if there was more to say

and more streets to stroll

and more pastries to eat

and more joy to share

and more sorrow to disperse

and more flowers to adorn

your magnificence; I would

do all of that, carry over to

a realm uncertain, but of wonder

and of awe, and of stupor; I would

take you there, as you look on

perplexed, perturbed, in a word simple,

amazed; as we look into a mute wonder

gazing fixedly into a vivid orb,

our faces deliquesce in a frenzy

our feet steadfast, or so it would seem

and a flute-music shall flow

through the nebula, unto us

shrouding us as we escalate

above life and death

hand in hand

soul in soul

we embrace

our life, our love, our death

and a lute-music shall pass

through our union

and bind us

in obscurity

for it’s only us that matters

for the rest begone

for we’d drift away

across the crimson sky

in an amber hue

a streak of violet

a stroke of blue

into the nebula- far away

me and you.