Under the spell of the milky way's surge
an illusion past a zillion light years,
among a million things dull and bright
flashing messages like crazy fireflies,
all the time demanding my attention,
how did, just you became my cynosure?
As I sit amazed like a kid on an ocean shore
foolishly start to analyze, without knowing
how to go about it, except dreaming in poetry,
my eyes catch the same galaxy in my veins
in your eyes churn, to catch the essence of this spell.
And I realize : you too are like me, puzzled
about this magical conspiracy of stellar configuarations
that make the star dust within us attract each other.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
Under the spell of the milky way's surge
an illusion past a zillion light years,
among a million things dull and bright
flashing messages like crazy fireflies,
all the time demanding my attention,
how did, just you became my cynosure?
As I sit amazed like a kid on an ocean shore
foolishly start to analyze, without knowing
how to go about it, except dreaming in poetry,
my eyes catch the same galaxy in my veins
in your eyes churn, to catch the essence of this spell.
And I realize : you too are like me, puzzled
about this magical conspiracy of stellar configuarations
that make the star dust within us attract each other.
What do we know about the cosmic dynamics that make us work as a clockwork, intricately connected to one limitless consciousness, in which all form a part...
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