Rotation in Pairs

Rotating planets circle a shattered sun

Sickly follow the pigeons to the chosen one

Round and round a circle for a lonely friend

The bubonic plague leads us to the end

And all these questions rise in ordered fashions

Questions that show my hidden passions

Why are we not walking in the cold winter air?

I am just a tattered feather; drifting nowhere

The sages say this is the day

When temptation shall give way

A rock slide falling from the sky above

Paralyzing, ceasing, my one true love

I am a fool for thinking more

But you are a sheepish devil, sending me to folk lore

Caress a tainted soul; it’s awkward spiteful, and uncontrolled

But I still stand waiting in full

With time you’ll maybe see

That I’ll give you my all for you to be

It’s all just stars and galaxies

Circling, spiraling, aimlessly…