Star Explorers Poem by james watkin

'Shades, made luminous
With day's self-righteous
Quality'! So do esteem
The blues above us

Who the star-fields roam
When their toes of loam
Bedew. 'Of a kill-joy is
Sun the epitome'!

Upon such a night
Expanding, God-bright
Had men, soul-bared, unsmothered
Of day's carnal light

Set out. Each a mage.
Who down through each age
Come to us purged, for what's poured
Of grace to assuage

In burnt out hoping
Of sorrow's coping:
From the star of bethlehem -
Our sins' whitewashing.