We still dance everyday.
Not the dance of ballrooms, discos, or weddings;
but of two stars orbiting each other.
Each affected
by the others well of gravity,
of solar storms, magnetic fields, and hot plasma.
Our orbits are stable but elliptic,
one pursuing the other,
one being pursued;
but which one, and when?
We red shift and blue shift
appearing cool or warm,
depending upon point of view.
Friends, family, and acquaintances
are mere planets.
We shall continue to dance every day.
And time?
What is that to us?
We are immortal.
Beautiful work!
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Thanks MM!
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It is a singular achievement to run a single metaphor unbroken from start to finish. A very moving poem – well done.
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Thanks Mike! It was fun writing it.
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Beautiful post 🙂 I really loved it 😀
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Thank you Jojo!
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Thank you!
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A great love poem, Russ. I think it’s accurate too. Those who have been in love a long time circle each other like planets, their orbits mirroring each other, but drawing and fading in elliptics that fill their universe with each other. This is really good work.
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Thanks Thomas!
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