Eclipse

He told me, “Could this be Earth? Could this be life? Does this mean everything’s going to be alright?” With a soft smile.
He eclipsed all else, and we darkened their skies with a deep orange rivaling the beauty of God itself.
We turned and turned for eons, until those ephemeral meetings in which we became an event.
Those beneath us, watched us, in awe at our coupling.
They deserved to be in awe.
They didn’t know of your prominences
And the solar flares rising and crashing as a wave does in the oceans below.

They knew of our gravitation towards one another
Never close enough to touch, but on that rare occasion where we lit up the sky in brilliant red.
That brilliant red that lasted for a few moments each time.
We channeled orange.
We painted their sky beautiful,
and we could never view it.
And the years we waited were cold torture
Revolving in circles too far for contact.
But new planets appeared with new moons
And our meetings became alien.
I realized too much too quickly
And I knew our sun would set on this time.

My Earth had died long ago, and I remained in that orbit for one reason alone.
Our final eclipse painted the nuclear apocalypse a sickly brown.
This was violent, the sky splattered blood
and no one could view our final coupling.
In our longing we took no note of the destruction below us, the destruction
Of those who we were ward.
We parted with a final kiss as we began to
Move out of each others reach.
We didn’t know at that moment it would
Be the last, but we knew the next would
Be hard sought and hard fought.

I turned to Earth for a single look,
And viewed the now lost oceans
And the brown deserts of
Flattened land once lush.
My Earth, to dust.

It was falling through the galaxy,
Falling into dimensions unknown.
Falling out of universes,
Falling out of love.