Star-Crossed Lovers
Two lovers were separated by time
But joined by a red string
That she wore in her hair, and gave to him with her name.
Back then, he was unaware of their connection
Because she was three years too early, but his soul searched,
Unknowingly, for the girl that came as fast and as beautiful as a comet.
I once heard a story about a comet,
Said to be the greatest celestial sight of all time.
Everyone had stepped outside, searching
The skies for that light, that thin blue string
That could be seen from one end of the country to the other, a connection
We all feel as we stare up at the breathtaking view, but can’t name.
Their love was like that, without a name
But with the same ethereal longing as a comet,
The same breathtaking connection.
He couldn’t feel it when they met the first time,
But that changed the second he caught her string.
And then they were separated, doomed to search
For each other, always searching
The back of their minds for the name
They could feel more than they knew, a severed string
In the memories that felt like a streaking comet.
They didn’t know they lived years apart, thwarting time
With this unspoken connection.
Perhaps Destiny forged their connection
Because She saw they needed what they weren’t even searching for.
Perhaps She brought them together through time
Because She knew how quickly he would forget her name
But how her eyes would bore their way into his memory, like comets.
Perhaps when Fate saw them born, She made sure to tangle their strings.
Whatever brought them together, gods, goddesses, or strings,
There is something special, undeniable about their connection,
A once in a lifetime experience, a passing comet
That’s beautiful to everyone and leaves everyone searching
For something just like it, like what some would name
A soulmate, in inevitable bond, incorruptible by time.
Author Bio:
Madison Rau has been tinkering with poetry since she was seven. The first poem she remembers writing was about autumn, rhymed “leaves” with “cheese”, and was specifically requested to be read out loud to the rest of her class by her teacher. Since then, Madison has pursued an education as an English major with an aspiration to be a writer and an editor of anything remarkable and unique. She hopes to write a full-length novel one day, but, for now, poetry holds more satisfaction because it is much easier to finish. She gets her inspiration from movies, make-believe, and the occasional profound life experience, like a broken nose or dancing in the rain. Sometimes the world is a hard place to be, and, just like they do for her, Madison wants to help people not feel alone. If she could be any kind of food, Madison would definitely be peanut butter; sweet, smooth, and a little salty.
Two lovers were separated by time
But joined by a red string
That she wore in her hair, and gave to him with her name.
Back then, he was unaware of their connection
Because she was three years too early, but his soul searched,
Unknowingly, for the girl that came as fast and as beautiful as a comet.
I once heard a story about a comet,
Said to be the greatest celestial sight of all time.
Everyone had stepped outside, searching
The skies for that light, that thin blue string
That could be seen from one end of the country to the other, a connection
We all feel as we stare up at the breathtaking view, but can’t name.
Their love was like that, without a name
But with the same ethereal longing as a comet,
The same breathtaking connection.
He couldn’t feel it when they met the first time,
But that changed the second he caught her string.
And then they were separated, doomed to search
For each other, always searching
The back of their minds for the name
They could feel more than they knew, a severed string
In the memories that felt like a streaking comet.
They didn’t know they lived years apart, thwarting time
With this unspoken connection.
Perhaps Destiny forged their connection
Because She saw they needed what they weren’t even searching for.
Perhaps She brought them together through time
Because She knew how quickly he would forget her name
But how her eyes would bore their way into his memory, like comets.
Perhaps when Fate saw them born, She made sure to tangle their strings.
Whatever brought them together, gods, goddesses, or strings,
There is something special, undeniable about their connection,
A once in a lifetime experience, a passing comet
That’s beautiful to everyone and leaves everyone searching
For something just like it, like what some would name
A soulmate, in inevitable bond, incorruptible by time.
Author Bio:
Madison Rau has been tinkering with poetry since she was seven. The first poem she remembers writing was about autumn, rhymed “leaves” with “cheese”, and was specifically requested to be read out loud to the rest of her class by her teacher. Since then, Madison has pursued an education as an English major with an aspiration to be a writer and an editor of anything remarkable and unique. She hopes to write a full-length novel one day, but, for now, poetry holds more satisfaction because it is much easier to finish. She gets her inspiration from movies, make-believe, and the occasional profound life experience, like a broken nose or dancing in the rain. Sometimes the world is a hard place to be, and, just like they do for her, Madison wants to help people not feel alone. If she could be any kind of food, Madison would definitely be peanut butter; sweet, smooth, and a little salty.
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