Masquerade Lover

I blew away into the wind,
beyond the Milky Way,
tossing memories,
like falling stars
to ruefully descend.
Paused a trice
or was it forever,
mattered not,
not whatsoever.

Suddenly heard
the heavens sigh,
beyond musical spheres
came a cry:

You are a Lark,
with wings through haloes of gold,
like rims of the moon up high,
Upon a supernal starlit sky.
Oh my Lark, unearthly Lover,
"how strikingly odd it seems,
that we exist here in 'space,
to fall in love
with one another."
"Your name is another,"
unearthly Lover,
"Your name is A. Lark,"
unlike no other,
this is true,
"and I love you."

"How strikingly odd indeed it seems,"
this make believe tale,
of make believe dreams,
as this charade,
this masquerade,
is hushed by a spark,
and plummeting from orbital space,
dispiritedly sinks the Lark,
down through the orb of night,
and forever into the dark...
Author:
~Laverne
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