alarm - bip-bi, bip-bi, bip..
two am. still the middle of the night
the house is asleep, unaware
sweater. jeans. coat.
step over creaky floorboard
tiptoe silently downstairs
move outside, rubbing gritty sleep from my eyes
glance upwards
freeze
because there in the sky
are all the uncountable billions of spheres
unentangled by pollution,
their light travels across the universe
streaming down to me tonight
no moon, no clouds
nothing interrupts their glory
and finally i understand
why primitive peoples
cowering in caves
worshipped the
stars
YOU ARE READING
Snowflake Stars and Broken Hearts - a Dark Poetic collection
Poeziewe are human and humans are both fragile and far too good at breaking things so we leave trails of broken hearts behind us and perhaps our poems can pick up the pieces and fit them together differently because isn't a mosaic more beautiful than sh...
