We go on observing the sky,
In its depth we find the moments of happiness,
The chalk of light
Talks to us,
Whispers sweetly.
The heavenly lore
For people above the emerald fields,
For souls outragously wise,
For numerous high intentions...
How far can we be from ourselves?
The stars click
With our silent solemn hearts.
Words turn into real
From the declarative.
The stars pulsate,
The align around our sacred places -
Bustling towns,
Roaring feasts of the past...
They convey messages
On the canvas
Of tragedies,
Potions
And prayers.
They place bets on us
While we swirl and we whirl
And then fidget in our sleep.
The mind, an eternal witness,
Stays vigilant.
It shares
The cosmic harmony
With myriads of stars ascending.
Starstruck, Earth-driven short free verse cycle
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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