If winds would carry me, I’d fly to Neptune’s globe.
I’d stay awhile, wrapped in furs there, merrily,
the clouds of noxious gases swimming like a sea.
Perhaps you’d see me, dancing in the evening’s lobe,
an earring topaz-blue, a shining memory.
As darkness spreads, my piercing punctures holes to see,
the sequins shining in the woman’s nightly robe.
I’d wink at you, but all you’d see is twinkling light,
the lofty ritual of stars within the night.
One cannot tell the quasars from the galaxies
nor what the constellations render anymore.
One cannot see my face in Neptune’s tiny orb
nor even find it, lost within the hidden East.
Hmmm...I need to edit this one. I like the imagery, but there's a real disconnect between it all.
ReplyDeleteShakespeare said to me: [Thine] breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
ReplyDeleteI actually had grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. Shakespeare is wise.
The last verse is thought-provoking.
Michael.
Shakespeare was indeed a wise man and continues to be one. Some are broad, Elizabethan insults, while others are taken from his actual plays!
ReplyDeleteMine: "Thou burly-boned crook-pated pignut!"
Shakespeare, how did you know?!