(poem) Lynx
(This poem is part of the Night Sky anthology - a project where I write poems titled after the 88 IAU constellations. This poem was written sometime in 2021.)
In a dust-storm, days went by,
One day, came sounds from the sky,
Up above,the bells had rung,
A thousand stars had sung,
And cutting through the babel,
Into my arms you fell,
When the planets had well aligned,
All dear to you, you left behind,
Your planet, sunsets and a volcano,
Were about all that you let me know,
But you quietly wondered if she was dead,
A defenseless flower flooding red,
Tonight your weary eyes,
Gaze up and scan the skies,
(As the night bleeds into morn)
For a flower armed with a thorn,
Though the look on your face,
Tells me you found no trace.
Your body sinks, all forlorn,
Concealing a heart all torn,
She hadn't heard despite your tries,
And had you fallen for her lies,
Now that you replay it in your head,
You curse yourself for listening to what she said,
Fainter but deeper become your cries of woe,
As the distance continues to grow,
But you believe you will find,
One day, for which you have pined,
You seem to reject the novel,
As what you had was irreplaceable,
A painting of a red rose hung,
Leaves a bitter taste on your tongue,
You say, beauty held and seen will one day fade and die,
What is essential, is invisible to the eye.
(The poem references The Little Prince and the connection to Lynx is lost to time.)