True North
Moral compass calibrator
Degrees decrees unsettle me
In search of what? Will
We know later?
Spun out by ancient gravity
Starlight sings and smells of succour
Instinct shouldn't blind an eye
Star shaped navigators flutter
Follow not the crooked lie
Paths are carved from influences
Random guides for rambling
Pivotal, some consequence
Demand therefore discourse within.
Mystic stone that stuck foot fast
Metal rock is precious still
Raw attraction guides the mast
Free to twist its own free will
Foggy morn veils destination
Short arm of a law that leads
Near star brings evaporation
True North guides the soul that sees
Y our scientific instincts and deep philosophy intertwined have made a beautiful poem to emerge! KUDOS!
A fine tune of machine and passion..... Tone deep and erudite..... Indeed a compass is so much pregnant sign, full of meaning Good job teacher....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant Stevie - very inspired. Love the closing line.