Constellations

I think it's quite good Beeme. Possibly might work better as a poem?

When a person becomes entangled in your life, sometimes the effect is instant;

Do you mean instant? Or possibly transitory/transient (something like that anyway, sorry am in a bit of a rush) A word that means it's dramatic, then over, as opposed to just something that happens suddenly.

also

There are the people who shine so brightly that everything and everybody afterwards fall short of your dreams.

should be falls

This is certainly thought provoking, Beeme. The imagery works very well and like insert, I agree it would have an even greater impact as a poem.

"...there are rare moments when a person becomes constant"

I like this concept and also this one:-

"There are some...who can cause an eclipse."

I know at least one of those;-)

Tina xx

Thank you Insert, I changed instant to transient and fall to falls, I hope this works better as a poem as well.

Beeme xx

Thank you Tina, I'm glad you enjoyed :) I hope this works better as a poem.

Beeme xx

stunning images!

Thank you very much maggy :)

Beeme xx

"everything and everybody
afterwards falls
short of your dreams.."

That's why you can't afford to lose them at any cost &&

Very true Nolan :)

Beeme xx

new Beeme
Very good the effcts
to me of planets,and space
We all need..
Comets,and eclipses
falling stars,all
exploding in our lives
magical almost,can come crashing
down.As our Editor syas, "Hope In
A Small Corner".His story.
Like images,and different way of
explaining poem.
julie xx

Thank you Julie, I'm very happy you enjoyed :)

Beeme xx

i didn't see this before it was a poem, but it works very well in its current structure. the concept is very good and you pulled it off well.

jason

Thank you very much Jason, I'm glad you enjoyed :)

Beeme xx

I really like what you write of astronomy beeme :)

When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture-room,
*
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
*
Walt Whitman. His poem doesn’t really have much bearing on
yours Beeme but I thought you might like it! I like yours too.