The same old story over and over again

Comet or Meteor?

 

Comets or meteors?

Perhaps they’re like rooks and crows

“Where there’s a rook there’s a crow,

“Where there’s crows there’s rooks”

 

To be one amongst a shower, a storm of meteors

Hurtling through the emptiness of infinity

Protected by the confidence of knowing

That we and our equally frenzied fellow travellers

However far we hurl ourselves

Flashing by through all the vastness

Looking tiny and bright like a fireside’s sparks

Consumed in a stampede, burning up and soon to be lost

Are in fact racing along a familiar orbit

That could last as long as a million years

Which all too soon will pull us back to where we’ve been

A familiar sight, overlooking what we’ve already seen

 

Or to be a lonely meteor

Deserting the pack, distracted by some new attraction

Sampling a novel atmosphere, hardly aware

Of the flames gathering round

Till the grip that was a comfort

That was such a pleasure to be caught by

Loses its interest or changes its intent

Returning the wanderer to the emptiness

Or turning a journey of exploration

Into a pitiful conflagration

With a final pathetic fall

Messy and destructive to all

That witness the meaningless call

Of that misguided journey’s concluding bump

 

Well, I don’t know if this is good science

And hope not to be subject to such violence

Shooting stars may enjoy applause from those below

But I’ll see it all from here, and adore the moon’s glow.

Ladies First

Who should say I love you first?

The one who feels it least

So I guess it’s after you my darling

But it’s too late already

Because, in spite of my best efforts

You know I’ve already said it a thousand times

Although you may still not believe it

And as every Jane Austen reader knows

(Please give her another go)

Men fuss the most

But it’s the woman who feels it most deeply

And I have a reputation

As a notorious flirt, albeit, some would say, a sincere one.

And why would you say, why would anybody say

Those precious few words on this particular day?

That’s easy for me to answer –

Because I’m here with you, in spirit at least

And here with me is where you should be

That’s something with which you would choose to agree

But first I believe you have something to say to me

So get on with it!

Have some mercy

Before there’s a commotion

And our love is consumed in an explosion

Of poorly controlled and inadequately hidden emotion

Instead of it being plain for all to see

That you and me are really just we

Two wee souls who have found each other

Running away from and towards the same goals

Linked even when standing on opposing poles.

If I’m wrong, don’t tell me, if correct, convince me

That we have not been the same ever since we

Met, and parted, met, and parted, and met

And never parted again.