Stardust

In infinite search of my old being
I rise with tides that slip me past
As time goes by inexorably weaving
The end of all candour steadfast

Beyond I see me true but not real
Reaching out in dazed wondering
Through the spinning of the wheel
We feel, touch this me other thing

In flight I scatter what I entrust
To wind and night that fail me never
The last of this mine pink stardust
That will new bond form forever

Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum

Stardust

5 October 2013

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Night after night I fly unhindered

Soaring above the weary wastelands

With a heart strong though withered

Towards safety of the homelands

 

In infinite search of my old being

I rise with tides that slip me past

As time goes by inexorably weaving

The end of all candour steadfast

 

Beyond I see me true but not real

Reaching out in dazed wondering

Through the spinning of the wheel

We feel, touch this me other thing

 

The nights spent for spirits to hail

Captivated by scents to ambush

And days mourn the nightingale

Lost in the thorns of the rose bush

 

As days go by bleak and small

The throbbing of the crowd rises

And while within hope stands tall

Doubt without demise surmises

 

In flight I scatter what I entrust

To wind and night that fail me never

The last of…

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