“eclipse”

she comes from the fallen sunflower petals,
droplets of golden sun that
bathe the ground in ochre,
as if a carpet of delighted luxury
can only hope to cushion her
gentle footsteps that hardly make
a sound as she moves,
someone so nearly ethereal that
they call her the child of stars
and the daughter of the sun.

so when you accidentally
crash into her,
you with your silver tongue,
eyes that see the world reflected,
and hair that frames your face like
the darkness around the moon,
do not be surprised if that in
and of itself is an unparalleled phenomenon
that makes the world freeze for a moment.

it lasts a little longer than a handful of seconds,
but time must have seen supernova,
the halo of fate and cycles
that tie you two together
even as you break apart

(your paths will cross again)