Stars Collide
She rushes through me, stars collide.
Bright dust trails, as we freely glide.
To stay or go, can't decide.
Divided we will fall.
Flying happy, we burned out, died.
Your great beauty I saw.
***For Dr. Mehta's contest
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment