wishA Poem by m.s.earlyIn the evening, the sky. It pales into pastel and gently darkens; Indigo seeps through the clouds and one by one the stars reveal themselves. The brightest and closest first. A mural of the past stretches across the holy canvas. Pin pricks in Indigo. I wonder, grandfather, what did you see when your eyes spanned the ancient heavens? Or your fathers' fathers... Or the fathers before them. And grandfather, I wonder, How do they appear from above? A crystal ship splits the silent sky Blazing for a timeless moment, Bursts as it collides with an unsuspecting atmosphere. To my wandering eyes a distraction. And in the moment I wish.
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Added on May 20, 2014Last Updated on May 20, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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