Seven Moons
Three glowing globes of red hued fire
Drop
One
By
One
Below the silhouetted
Angry
Pointed peaks
Of the Prantasian mountain range.
As diminishing dashes of light
Retreat
Out
Of
Sight
Our breath crystallizes
Frozen
In short gasps
As darkness blankets our farewell.
My love’s two shining faces
Dim
In
Quiet
Expectation
Waiting for the string of seven pearls
Moons
That will
Illuminate our final kiss.
My journey waits like an executioner
Anticipating
Dawn’s
Explosive
Sunrises
When my Star-traveler
Nourishment
Launches me into the next century
In a blink of my aqua eyes.
Streaming showers of shooting stars
Streak
Unshackled
Silently
Screaming
The brevity of existence
Signaling
Nothing survives
In its present state.
Our lips quiver in expected embrace
Drawing
Closer
Touching
Exchanging
Our last expression of passion
Whispering
I’ll love
Forever, wherever, always.
My Helen will be in Heaven when I come back
Redeemed
Restored
Released
Ransomed
Waiting for my delayed return
Remembering
Our oneness
In a world we cannot see.
Traveling on tides of light’s speed
Time
Tamed
Stands
Still
My eyes will not age
Searching
For food
In a distant universe.
Pain and duty duel for dominance
Wrestling
Fighting
Debating
Warring
Deep in my embattled soul
Uncompromising
Death will determine
My bloody battle within.
But, my love’s hands caress my faces
Soothing
Hostilities
Softly
Speaking
“I will not die alone
Sweetheart
I have your love
And seed in my heart‘s womb.”
Strapped in my launch-seat I kiss
Memories
Scents
Tastes
Sounds
Of my love’s beauty
Spirit
As the power of duty prepares to
Rocket me to realms for our offspring’s future.
I wrote this as back in 2007 while I was in Denver. Thought it would work for tonight’s “Alien” theme at dVerse.
Call me Hanq 
I really really enjoyed this and thought it did a wonderful job of evoking the familiar emotions and gestures of humans but painting the context of an alien world well enough that it produces a sense of another life somewhere else. If there are aliens, and they do visit in some future age, it is behavior and emotions that will allow us to communicate with them. Your poem reminds us that what separates us is also what unites us with other life in other worlds. Excellent and evocative piece.
nice…it works really well actually…very interesting form as well…i like the repeated structure…..and kinda crazy to think of aging at different rates, coming back only to find the world has changed and all that you know are gone…the tension of duty and the pain of leaving, nice play on that…i imagine it to be extrememly hard…
this is a somehow frightening scene you paint….My journey waits like an executioner…always wanted to be able to time travel but seeing that the world we knew doesn’t exist anymore, the ones we loved gone..that’s tough..
Like the presentation on the page.
The content needs an X-rating 🙂
Wonderful the way the words drip on my receptors.
I have a bit of trouble with the shinning faces, wondering if they are trying to shinny up a tree or merely greedy for more ens, playing hockey or shouting ‘shin-to-you’.
As you can see: I do pay attention 🙂
This was fun, Henry and I always look forward to the new decor. .
Aliens can’t spell 🙂
It works that way sometimes, that things changed. What we’re familiar with is not there anymore. But lucky enough love is a saving factor. It helps propel our yearnings to prepare for the good of our children’s future despite changes beyond our grasp. Great verse Henry!
Hank
Really enjoyed this Henry… the two shining faces and especially:
Our lips quiver in expected embrace
Drawing
Closer
Touching
Exchanging
Our last expression of passion
Whispering
I’ll love
Forever, wherever, always.
You were right, it does work well. The first two stanzas are corkers. The form seems to fit the content exceptionally well, though I would not have thought of putting them together. All-in-all a most engaging read.