** Star**
Viewed from the pilgrims’ path
As it turns inland
Fields of stars cross
The heavens, a roof
above the chequered pasture
from Anelog to Rhiw.
Such cloud-depths
of constellations
pulsating into infinity.
The eyes wide-open
shut in the biting wind,
fill with tears of wonder.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 6:13 AM UTC
** Star**
Viewed from the pilgrims’ path
As it turns inland
Fields of stars cross
The heavens, a roof
above the chequered pasture
from Anelog to Rhiw.
Such cloud-depths
of constellations
pulsating into infinity.
The eyes wide-open
shut in the biting wind,
fill with tears of wonder.
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