this night of all the stars
how far will you fling me?
bewitching me out beyond
imagination, into the true abyss
then to come back,
piece by piece, reformed,
so strangely rearranged.
what little human thing
is left behind? what vast
certitude is being stamped
on my soul? and why,
why are you so beautiful?
how far will you fling me?
bewitching me out beyond
imagination, into the true abyss
then to come back,
piece by piece, reformed,
so strangely rearranged.
what little human thing
is left behind? what vast
certitude is being stamped
on my soul? and why,
why are you so beautiful?
This is lovely, and wonderfully imaginative.
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very nice lorna!
ReplyDeletethe star filled sky on a clear night...can surely do magical things!
i always get a vivid picture in my mind when reading your poetry.
Glorious, the whole sweep of the sky is in it.
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