Wander Poem by Priya Sarukkai Chabria

Wander



Under phosphorescing skies
I'm compass,
needle missing.

The Pole star wanders shedding light.

Hurtling embers
lace space, each a gaze, a syllable.

Galaxies reel
spilling the language of time.

Mystery's alphabets singe
nebulae, strum stellar winds.

In which transparency do you hide?

Monday, February 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: star
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