Bedazzled

If it ends here
then yet it never ends.
Like radio waves travelling out
at the speed of light
towards Alpha Centauri,
what has been sent out from between us
can never be recalled back from between us,
even if what has been between us is the reason
there is no longer this wonderful something
that once was
and never can no longer be
between us.

Like comets crossing their orbits,
like shooting stars burning out their very existence as they plunge to earth,
like fireflies whose light is but truncated foreplay,
we blazed so brightly for so short a time
that my bedazzled eyes are still purpled by the after-image of the light of our thousand suns.

Our time was measured out
as the world measures,
as barely days, hours, seconds.
But such clocks cannot measure lovers' time.
For us,
even words like eternity
fall short of the reality of this
man with that woman.

Fine words are only empty air.
A wise man wrote that once.
But I must inscribe
the love of this man for this woman
across the skies,
above the clouds that guard our eyes from the sun.
And see the far galaxies echo
with the Big Bang of our creation.

12/05/08, 12 noon