Dear
This, dear
Is your reminder than even though the sun comes and goes with itself
The moon remains
Tender, scarred, unchanged
While the sky rests, unheeding, in it's curve.
This, darling
Is your notice that you shan't neglect the stars
Both ripe and crude
Who have served as guides and mirrors in their days.
Do not forget which constellations have wiped your tears
And which will wish you Godspeed as they wipe them
Again
Every time the rigid atmosphere
Tries to capture your attention
With its perfected façade
I'm not sure how I feel about this one. I get that your trying to convey a symbol of hope eternal. But, you say the moon "remains...unchanged," and later you characterize "rigid atmosphere" as bad. Is the moon supposed to be good or bad?
ReplyDeleteHowever, I do really like the whole thing about being wary of sterile perfection and painting the subject (dear) as flawed.