Oct 2012
Living in the city
It's difficult to tell
A plane from a star
You look up
At a twinkling
And it moves
In another place
There is a dark
So dark you cannot
See your feet on the
The path you have to
Feel your way
To a mountain top
Where high above
Beyond a panoramic sea
The stars roll out
From horizon's glow
Until they seem to stand
Above your head
In depths so deep
They merge as clouds
Their twinkle blurred
A cosmic steam of stars
Vaporizing into light
It's difficult to tell
A plane from a star
You look up
At a twinkling
And it moves
In another place
There is a dark
So dark you cannot
See your feet on the
The path you have to
Feel your way
To a mountain top
Where high above
Beyond a panoramic sea
The stars roll out
From horizon's glow
Until they seem to stand
Above your head
In depths so deep
They merge as clouds
Their twinkle blurred
A cosmic steam of stars
Vaporizing into light
October 4 was National Poetry Day here in the UK. The theme this year was Stars. My poem speaks of the difference between the stars I can see in the city sky and those visible from my cottage in a remote part of North Wales.
