Reading the Night


A poem by Prem Geet


my dream world


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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