A lightened haze obscures the sky
Most nights around my home,
Or clouds that come bearing rain and snow.
But out in the country,
The skies open up and the blackness
Is pierced by pricks of light
The sparkling jewels
of the sky open before me,
twinkling and smiling and laughing
Gems strung in a crown of
Celestial beauty and majesty
Sometimes appearing in a flash of glory
And fading into the night as if they'd never been
Sometimes they pulse,
Like the beat of a cosmic heart
And my heart would thud with them,
To this slow celestial beat,
If only...
If only I was not stuck
On this light polluted rock
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omg! Rishal! You wrote a poem just for me! hehee. that's what I love about poetry so much though. It's very easy for you to apply your own personal connection to it.
ReplyDeleteLast night the sky was exceptionally clear and I was able to see so many stars. I later went out with a virtual guide and was able to find constellations I had never seen before.
Nice Rishal! 'Light polluted' - that's a rich image :)
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