Monday, 24 November 2014

little mother of constellations

i'll make room for you
afterwards and always
in the unfolding movements
and moments that play havoc
with the ground upon which i stand
and the things that hold me upright.

for the sake of light and memory
you shine your gold
through the holes you made..
little mother of constellations
attempting to fathom the lunacies.


ellom said...

This left me speechless. Perfection.

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Wingfall at dusk said...

Absolutely stunning - as delicate as the touch of frosted starlight.

alvaro barcala said...

For the sake of pure beautifulness, brilliant poem.