Supernova (Part Two) : Waning of the Light

Love,
a coin that rests in my pocket.
Two faced,
valuable,
and easily tossed,
dropped,
or lost
in some forgotten, dark crevice.

Once,
we kissed on the Ferris wheel.
Sat there,
eyes locked,
rocking at the top
without
a thought
to the grimy world below.

Dreams
ended with apocalypse news.
Then we
grew apart,
without a future.
No light
to shine
upon our infant's cheek.

Pale
and silent now you sleep.
Yet here
I weep
for loss of love,
lack of
strength
to face the coming dark.

A flickering candle
in a dark and quiet room.
She fades and winter comes,
but winter I have now seen.
Without a love, without a dream
A frigid heart, forever chilled and blue.

Supernova (Part One): Oh Cosmic Love

Burning hot among the cold
and endless tracks of faceless sons and daughters.
Ever peaceful. Never silent.
Life is coursing through and out
and brings to sultry worlds and keen eyes
warmth and vibrance, love and beauty,
kindness beyond measure.
Yet without thanks or point of view
Sleeping, shining, making seen
Wonders with abundance,
She maintains a never ceasing
vigil of countless glistens in the dark.

Oh, my bright and decadent star.
Life is springing and children laugh
Rays are bringing needed joy
and nourishment,
embraces and importance.

Golden persistence pushing zephyr dances
While two old lovers look dreaming
And beaming with yet even more
unfathomable purity and sheen.
Worlds turn and away she goes
Still they turn and back she comes
and never could the need be greater
for such a radiant, caring mother
burning out beyond the heavens.
Flares and winds and burning passion
bring us together and one day,
that passion will drive us apart.

Oh my dying, wonderful mother,
Iron burning from a reservoir
One day will it bring a doom,
and devastation,
terror and the end.