Requiem For A Comet

There are people who move along the edges of your life very brightly. Sometimes they appear as stars, bright, constant. Other times they appear as meteors - swift, brilliant, and then gone.  Sometimes they appear as comets - they arc across your sky, growing in brilliance, until they pass and fade. Today, a comet faded from my sky. She was always a muse to me, and like all muses, she possessed a sufficiency of mystery that I will always wonder. Sometimes comets return. Sometimes their cycle is so great we will never again see them in this life. Where ever her path takes her - out there - "beyond the loom of the last lone star" - I wish her all the best in her journey.

Tags: Comets, Requiem