Falling like feathers through each other’s mind, this is our way, these delicate descents. But not always.
Our hearts once rose like rocks, forced from Vesuvius by tectonic immensity. As gold-plated angels, we ascended. As false gods, we looked down on them all.
Sparks extinguish. Lights go out. Coatings tarnish. Heights are made from which to fall.
I see her, feel her, think of her as a rainbow does the sky. One without the other is pointless, as only one gleams.
She sees me, hears me, thinks of me as a star does the endless night. Such pinprick pomposity! Blink and it’s gone.
We tumble like feathers in an indelicate descent. We tumble. Fall.
Another dream soured.
Thank you for reading Richard
Richard M. Ankers Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Richard M. Ankers is the English author of The Eternals Series and Britannia Unleashed all published by Next Chapter. Richard feels privileged to have had stories and poetry published all over the world. He lives to write.
A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside.
Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit, running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view.
Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything.
Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.
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“I see her as a rainbow; she sees me as a star.” Wishing this poem — not tarnished by reality — could be created in the past tense for a sentimental escape during our present. 🙂 — but no tense is needed for immortal love, I am aware….
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Love ” delicate descents”….
Thanks, Rajani. 🙂
“I see her as a rainbow; she sees me as a star.” Wishing this poem — not tarnished by reality — could be created in the past tense for a sentimental escape during our present. 🙂 — but no tense is needed for immortal love, I am aware….
Thanks, Nina. As always, you’re words are wisely spoken. Or is it typed?