Star-Crossed Lovers
A poem about untimely love

He was a spaceman and she was a star. Their love created worlds in its wake. But they should have known right from the start, That their love was a fated mistake.
You see, his soul, it was born to venture, To roam wildly through the vast outer space. But she was a sun, a solar system attached, Transfixed right there, forever in place.
Their love, it seems, was the very paradox, In which entire planets were born, The balance of our known universe, Holding their orbits from dusk until dawn.
But he was a spaceman and that was the point. Though he loved her, he was not meant to stay. His heart belonged to the infinite cosmos, And in a starburst of light — he floated away.






