If I fall in love one more goddamn time
If I am not dreaming
If another slow day slips into starlight while I sit still and watch
If one more beautiful creature crosses my path, and allows me to touch it,
If this sweet and gentle thing I’ve found
Is real
If the world is destined to spin into the sun; and the galaxy to collide with
Andromeda,
If we can still live well
amidst all this destruction
Then surely I can lay down and die,
For this is like no life
I’ve ever known.
[Photo credit: NASA]
I'd like to note that I am not, by any stretch of the term, a poet. I can't even really say that I'm a bad poet, because the fact is, with very rare exceptions, I don't write poetry. I don't even read much poetry. But I think there is enough value in our word experiments to publish them sometimes, and I would like to know what you, the readers, think.
If you like my writing, you can find more of it at elysehauser.com.