A burning thought in mind’s galaxy.

A thought was no more
a comet in passing
travelling through
the mind’s constellation
where memories
that twinkled
looked on
at the sacrificial burning
over lunar pages empty,
against a backdrop
in mind’s space -
a junkyard of littered debris
of words floating.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Such a brilliant metaphor that poetically illustrates perspective and the specks that truly are thoughts, later filtered into fractions... memories. So much depth in a few brief lines, Andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Sir, I did enjoy writing this one and I was hoping for a review. Made my day! :)