Shining, pretty beauty,
‘Travelled beyond our time,
Words we chose, that cannot rhyme,
‘Seems our universe will fold in two,
While I get half as old as you.
Right here in the dusty snow,
The penguins know it’s too late to go,
I feel you in the darkest age,
Since we escaped this icy cage,
Though we’ve only stopped for lunch,
To dream our thoughts and guess this hunch.
And nothing now seems quite the same,
The waves still call your siren name,
Stretching, bouncy, cosmic strings,
In quilted, polar diamond rings,
Tonight the poetry has all gone,
Charred by a sun that burnt too long.
I wish that you were here right now,
To teach us more and show us how,
For a gulf of stars has swallowed us all whole,
We try to paint a curve of hyperbole,
The scars we earned, don’t ever lie,
In this darkened, wintery sky,