Saturday, February 02, 2013

A Poem Draft

Milky Way

Speak, O seeker; stars of grace
silently adorn the face
night emboldens with delight:
Can a spirit hate the night,
burning as it is with flame
ever changing yet the same,
joyful, splendid, diamond-bright?
Mind must love its kin the night.
Never cease to seek the route
milky-white, and do not doubt--
speak your stories to the night,
walk upon her road of light.


No anonymity (but consistent pseudonyms allowed). Abusive comments, especially directed toward other commenters, will be deleted; abusive commenters will be hunted down and shot. By posting a comment you agree to these terms and conditions.

Please understand that this weblog runs on a third-party comment system, not on Blogger's comment system. If you have come by way of a mobile device and can see this message, you may have landed on the Blogger comment page; your comments will only be shown on this page and not on the page most people will see, and it is much more likely that your comment will be missed (although I do occasionally check to make sure that no comments are being overlooked).