Once, twice, thrice
I gazed her face, her grace
and in joys and shies and sighs
I rejoiced in place
dazed, mazed, amazed in disgrace
A star, a superstar, a megastar
with her face starlit
smile starly, life starry
in her vast orbit
is she
away far
Aghast, agog, agape
I stargazed and fell into myself
wandering, wondering the yonder:
Is the sky blue?
Could it come true,
the blue-sky thinking under
that I keep dark, unsaid?
Wouldn't thou fall in, on my head,
if I reach for a star without pelf?
Isn't a star visible only in the dark?
aren't those around it only a mark
that surrounds her yon habitat?
Ergo, when I see her I look at
neither her space and background
nor her place and renown;
forgo, those mere blur and silhouette
let it glow, her innate state
let her show her light of nature
golden-yellow in my nightsky picture
YOU ARE READING
Ralinsha
Non-FictionIt started on the eleventh day of the third moon, the day before my thirty-eighth sun, this year. Having seen her on the box days or weeks earlier, it occured to me that particular day to write a poem about her, not knowing whence and how the fancy...
