Actually, the first poem I've written in over 3 years ... :-\ ... I think I'm in love again




How to tell the sun that you exist.
The distance seems so insurmountable
And the sun looks everywhere at once.

The sun has the universe around her fingers,
What chance, then, that she would look at you?
What chance that she would notice you?

After all, there are two other planets
And the vastness of space between her and you
And so many that pine for her notice.

If only you could hitch a ride on a comet,
As many cultists believe they will do when they die.
Perhaps then you could approach her.

And what would happen then? What would you do?
… “I would let her flames run around my fingers,
to know that I exist and love her.”

“I will burn for my love for her.”