Literature
Starclock (Revised) - A Life Measured in Orbits
I.
The infant cosmos, wound with breathless haste,
Did spin in time to my first fragile sighs,
While cabin hearth, a planetary wraith,
Let fall its embers in celestial guise.
We’d watch the flicker on a crackling sphere,
Then turn to glass to scan the vast abyss,
Where wooded hills and river voice drew near,
And all the heavens leaned to grant a kiss.
II.
A winter garden, caged in crystal bone,
Held frost and lemon scented, sunless boughs;
A girl, a phantom in a zone of stone,
Spun light on seas of fractured, broken vows.
Another circuit, slower, yet more deep,
A hearth where even jagged thoughts could mend;
I fled that sun, a promise I could not keep,
And learned that love can die without an end.
III.
The constellations shrank to pixel’s gleam;
I traded stellar heights for virtual light.
Sabers of fire on phosphorescent stream
Declared whole wars with bland goodbyes.
I forged brief empires from a fleeting gleam,
My voice a comet
