Where was your point of origin, bright star?
Where coloured fires send sparks into the night
and cloudless night skies catch glimpses of your flame?
No fleshly artist could record your flame
or reproduce the course of such a star,
would that you could come alight this night.
A dream of flight that haunts me every night
and finds me in the morning, head a-flame.
How far the graceful journey to your star?
Bright star eschews the night for a planet’s flame.
Where coloured fires send sparks into the night
and cloudless night skies catch glimpses of your flame?
No fleshly artist could record your flame
or reproduce the course of such a star,
would that you could come alight this night.
A dream of flight that haunts me every night
and finds me in the morning, head a-flame.
How far the graceful journey to your star?
Bright star eschews the night for a planet’s flame.
No comments:
Post a Comment