With ancient eyes, the sentinels ablaze
are making rounds; with constellations bring
in confidence encrypted signs, amaze
with visions, scents above: with diamond-rings
my fingers trace the nape of Virgo, touch
Orion’s belt and drink Aquarius’ wine.
I roar as Leo, graze with Taurus, nudge
the starlit sky on borrowed wings; divine
celestial bodies swirl; ancestral dance
of songlines from the past, to lead me on
without a map; to find my way in trance
through mazes of the night; to walk till dawn.
Their ancients eyes, are guides to lead the way
through labyrinths and vices of my day.
Today Toni mans the bar at dVerse poetics, and she wants us to write poetry about stars. Love those little diamonds up above, but I see them to seldom, usually it’s too cold in the winter night to be out and enjoy them (and in summer it’s to much daylight).
December 15, 2015