Solaris

Solaris

In twilight, a supine star dawdles til under the horizon

and the Moon takes its place--as clockwork.

As a memory, a reflection of the sleeping day;

a promise of future endowment.

It is then, in the convergence of uncertain hours--

as the sky hues to a fervent rose, lending itself only as pastel--

that I promenade with you

adverse to the tide, the angst of the growing dark.

For to my own eyes you are a star...

far brighter against the subdued grey light of that Moon

than the Sun itself, which withers beyond sight.

And by your light

which seeps its tendrils longingly into that which would otherwise remain black,

I may see the infinitum of reality, and beyond

into that which presides only in my soul"lost without those precious rays.

With a clarity of mind I may turn to you--

charmed at your presence; euphoric at your touch,

penetrating deeply as I might into the twinkling amber jewels you call eyes--

and whisper a sonnet.

“Among the Maples and the Firs, and the Elms and Oaks

there is but one tree I would call lovely.

'Tisnt anything familiar, no, yet it stands out among these listed, and is no hoax.

'Tis in fact a cherry tree... with her full-ripe blossoms all a-glory.

A festivus of pinks against a canvas of tenebrous wood; gorgeous and mystifying...

Housing an elegant beauty which she does not tout

she simply draws me, her scent sacchariferous.

And to her, I am a Willow... a weepy one no doubt,

not weepy out of sadness h0wever, but out of joy and mirth,

that she would have me for her own,

and would accept me as her only,

and I would do the same for her.

Us together, an awry duo of flagrant pink blossoms and long, wisp-ed appendages

in a sea of arid green/brown trees.”

And after such as this poem echoed only in our minds

I might take your hand in mine

raising it up with tempered grace

to my pursed lips...

where I may place"ever so softly--a kiss upon your palm.

For a moment's pause my lips will linger there,

our synchronized hearts beating slowly

as time itself halts around us.

A boy and his star"his Solaris.

I may orate once more:

“With electricity... is the only explanation I can offer,

as to the feeling of your skin upon my lips...

and should yours touch mine;

your two, blushing pink lips which match so beautifully your blushing pink cheeks,

I shall feel the jolt once more, though greater, in cultivation of something definable only as love.”

And much later on when you leave me,

perhaps gazing back from a short distance...

I will soundlessly mouth those word to you

so that you may recall what you are to me.

“I love you.”

You are my desire.

I cherish every moment with you.

I look back when I am not with you only with nostalgia and longing.

You are a sun.

A star.

My love.

My Solaris.