"Sharer Of Joy Promises"(poem)

 

Eyes like the universe with millions of white, shinny,

bright dots revolving around me.

 

Not to mention those eight different kinds of spheres

Floating like a hot air balloon, except, no one’s there, but me.

 

I hope you will notice me, though I am in the dark,

But you gave me light, like “Mr. Moon the Crescent”, grasping

Avidly hoping to be at the top knowing there is something

Beautiful. Except no one’s there, but me.

 

With all of these mysterious floating shinny objects, I come

To realize that you are my “Milky Way”. It doesn’t make any

Sense, but you are indeed so mysterious. Except for nobody.

 

Like the fascinating “Mr. Black Hole”, I have no choice but to go

With the flow into the singularity hoping you are there, but sadly…

O, Sharer of Joy Promises, where art thou?