This is my entry for this week’s Writer’s Carnival. How could I resist the theme of fallen angels?
The Comet’s Love Song
by T. S. Bazelli
I heard you call to me in your dreams. Your blue green promise wakened me from frosted slumber. Come, you called, and I strayed on my journey though the vastness of space, drifting towards you, my only love. How could I resist?
I am yours.
Faster now, I approach. The sound of your promises scream loudly in my heart as you come into view. Already I am dying, but I cannot refuse your gravity. I burn, shedding first the ice of my long journey, and then the fragments of stars.
I feel you reach out to embrace me. You too shed skin at the impact, our dusts mingling, and I sink into you, losing myself.
The last smolders of my body are cooling in your gentle breath. I am almost gone, but I am content, my love, to have burned hotly at least once.