Stargazer

Under 65 degree starry, onyx blanket Containment of quarter moon identity A whimsically soothing song exuded In muffled taps & Prohibition era lyric In the distance, Snow-capped mountains reflecting lunar clarity Off its tips of freedom As we lay on recycled steel hood, Made in 1950s USA, when it mattered, Her silhouetted fingertips released from my right arm While insistently looking towards stratosphere’s vocal chord “Can’t it be like this forever? Oh, how I want to just make love to the stars. Become one with Orion while riding On Sagittarius’s arrow” “What about our stars?”, he softly questioned. “I’d like to be your never-ending shooting star. To ride on blue moon’s comet, by your side” Cricket whispers manhandled his romantic clef Mother Nature’s afterglow, upon her ears, fallen deaf Inherent waxy build-up from illicit tongue, She pat his shoulders like a dog Being taught his first lesson Her eyes, still sky high. “Sigh, I like how you think. You’re such a nice friend. You’re going to make a woman so happy one day. I hope to meet a guy just like you.” As her eyes sighed with a powerful lack of substance Into the arms of Leo, A slammed car door supplants the reverberation of the car’s V8 engine. He confidently turns back the hands of time. Reversal gears become his new tune “If you get lost going home, follow the stars.” As he pulls away with majestic, amplified lyrics Of Whitesnake’s “Here I go Again” Going down the only road he’s ever known While she stands in fraudulent gasps of shock, Looking back up to the stars in blank wonder As he accelerates into a new page in his book Closing his chapter with wondrous questions “Why would I taste your starlight? When you never believed in our constellation?” ©Drake J. Eszes It’s good to gaze at the stars and make wishes. But, be careful what you wish for. For Earth has its own gifts…