Gazing Upon Stardust - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I love those chinks of light, greenish, blue & white
Emitted from a cut crystal bowl,
In that light I want my whole focus to lose peripheral sight
I want; I express a desire to go blind like a mole
Gazing upon stardust of a distant nebula,
Diffused in heavenly signals, repeating, I see her
I see her; I want her, she’s forever imprinted on my retina.
At times I rub my two eyes,
And see what appears to be the Sundog,
Two suns, one her living mirage
The other, I now gawk
It’s then I feel almost doubly blest, that one -
I hold both her image & to envisage the aura of her soul.
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