STARCROSSED

From high above the earth I've seen
a shared view with the eagle's keen sense 
of focus a darkened tower of cloud bank shining, 
& beneath its bower prosaic beams of sunlight 
engrave an inscription of steam on the land 
underneath unveiling a dream whose vision 
bequeathed to mine eyes held aloft 
of the glorious scrying, the difference between 
those living & dying, though seemingly occupied 
on the same land and on happenstance meetings 
intertwined by the hand are in fact in a fleeting 
transition of fate whereby sharing the meadow 
on each other's date is entirely besides the point 
as of late, for each bending vista that reflects 
from their eyes is a seperate world under 
differing skies and the dream shared between them 
an illusory lie as they whistle together hand in hand 
down the path oblivious to the contact in defiance 
of the wrath of the moment illumined by the Sun. 
The intergalactic contact is over the moment
when our clasped hands come undone.