High, Hermit, Hook, Heal
I’ve written it mouthfulls and am yearning for brevity but am liking the start of the process. Hope things will improve with practice and time. The post is again courtesy the kind one I’ve mentioned in the last blog
The sky falls flat in my feet
as I pluck star after a blazing star;
I blow them cold, so they cannot char
Then I take you high,
leaving my ego with the townsfolk.
I lose you somewhere in the ether;
your eyes, kohled with star-dust
turn blind on me.
I’m a hermit,
living another time and space
beyond the din of the earth’s ridicule,
even the reach of your apathy.
Yet, on certain moonless nights
a Polaris keeps me hooked to the fire;
a yearning comes to crush it kohl,
to heal a wound,
to grace a pair of eyes.