ASTRAL MEETING

I have always known, I think,
Of the Eclipse of our Union;

If we had never met like this,
We would have, in some other Paradigm...

Perhaps You a twinkling Flower,
And I a fluttering Butterfly...
High on a mountain precipice
Under a Silvery Tinkerbell Sky...

I would have never Died,
You would never have grown old...

And We would have danced
A neat Tango
Amongst the myriad Fallen Stars
And chanced along the wings of
a Dark Century
Where Fireflies glow awake to

The Petal Scent
Of You and Me.