Poems
THEME/S
Night has its wakefulness
When space is all dark—
An opening of myriad eyes,
Spark on pale spark
Watches the unlimited
Waits for the unknown.
They mirror a future
Of potencies sown
In hours of dreaming
When the soul is alone
With the sky's far mysteries
Of flights unflown.
He who can capture
The flutter of those eyes
In a twinkle of hear -beats
Prepares paradise.
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