A poem by Prem Geet
The stars are braille.
Just breath and awe,
We stand
Darkness above us.
Every page of sky is the same
But our listening is new.
We toy with necklaces
Of questions worn
Across eons while turning
A page of the night.
With arms
That long to be wings
And hearts swaddled
In compromise,
We argue with heaven
But cannot escape
What we are,
Just beginners forever
Reading the night.
Poem by Prem Geet, 9th Feb. 2015
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