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  Aug 2016 May
SE Reimer
(Polaris)

~

a dark night sky,
horizon to horizon,
see countless stars,
some call it billions,
i count by myriads...
cast an upward gaze,
in any direction,
so stunningly beautiful;
and though so many nameless,
and so many faceless,
are they not noteworthy all,
still each and every one?

yet, but a few,
like Sirius, like Schedar,
like Regulus and Rigel,
in number a few dozen more;
in all are counted fifty-seven,
star sisters, sun brothers
thought bright enough,
placed precisely, just,
to be among those sought  
between clouds by ocean sailors;
with squinted gaze perused
by desert navigators;
in constellations scanned,
relentlessly pursued,
by travelers the globe across.

you, my love are such a star
your rising luminescence
far too brilliant to ignore;
in present station,
your presenting position,
not merely making bright;
for tis you, my love,
who makes the night
alive, arise with life;
for without your zenith,
my bearing is lost...
take away my north,
no others align!

in this darkening sky.
i could n’er visualize
your brilliance gone dim,
nor being without
your guiding light,
beckoning my hand;
for it is by you
that i set my compass,
and in you that
i lay my course.

Polaris...
high and afar,
my true north;
and for’er you are,
my sight-guiding,
night-lighting,
heart-binding,
northern star!

~

post script.

terrestrially speaking... yes, i do know that those beneath the equatorial center will use a navigational star guide list different entire, but they and theirs are not within sight of these eyes. no offense intended; i can but write of mine.

celestially speaking... navigators of old knew the fifty-seven stars, plus one (Polaris) by which to plot their course. one wonders if the art has been entirely lost with today’s extensive dependence on satellite navigation and global positioning systems.  the time may come when we will wish for a return to the sky for direction.

ethereally speaking... tis but a metaphor to paint a horizon-stretching tapestry of the binding and guiding power of one light to another, one heart to another’s.  yet the truth is, no metaphor will suffice, and no language has words enough to describe the mysteries, the intricacies, and the ecstasies of true love!

maritally speaking... it is thirty-seven years ago this week that we made vows; swore our faithfulness one to another.  she has been the core that held me, even when for a season our gravitational pull grew weak, yet she held firm.  neither has ever betrayed the other, yet i owe her my life, because i am the impetuous and she the more gracious.
May Aug 2016
Her white dress
Though it is patched
In several places
White it was
Clean it was
Out of dirt
Her smile innocent
Simple it was
But a great story
Hidden in her eyes
Diamond like blue
Her eyes owned
Blonde her hair
Remainings of hay
Among her hair
But it matched
Blonde to blonde
Her hair too
Looked like a
Bunch of hay
Which is tied together
She
Who kept sitting
Near the haycock
With an empty look
In her eyes
May Jul 2016
It's dark but for her it was not dark
The danger but for her it was a blessing
Filled with all mystery but for her just sweet secrets
To whom keep looking at the sky under the moonlight
She always loved to bath the moonlight
Which washes away all her sadness
All saw a smiling girl with funny and crazy feelings
During the day the story was that
Like dedicated her all life for happiness
But nobody knew that she was the girl
Who smile in the day and cry under the moonlight
Dark was the only help for her
As it hides her streaming tears
And the moonlight was her recover
As it heals her wounded soul
May Jul 2016
She is the tear drop
Crying for her soul
Forever and ever
May Jul 2016
A path
going to somewhere
But he,the fallen hero
Doesn't need
where the brown path ends
Far far away
He could see
Peaks in green
Covered with mist
The place where
He,the fallen hero
Stopped
Narrow the path was
With trees
Full of cherry blossoms
The fragrance
Of cherry blossoms
Touching his nostrils
But he,the fallen hero
Need not to feel
The satisfying smell
The zephyr
Trying to wash
His sorrow away
But he, the fallen hero
Need not the zephyr
To do so
Beautiful birds
Twittering and singing
The lay of love
Upon the trees
Full of cherry blossoms
In bothsides
Of the path in brown.
Enchanting,
The surrounding was
But he,the fallen hero
Did not notice
He was left with another
With no soul
Just a body
With a beautiful face
Dead and gone
Upon the hands
Of him,the fallen hero
Mourning and crying out loud
With no one
And she has gone
Lying on his lap
Who has let go of life
Upon his hands
Bloomed cherry blossoms
Falling upon them
Like they are mourning
For her death
And he,the fallen hero
Who's recalling
The last words of her
"Dad I  love you...."
May Jun 2016
Some achieve greateness
Some have greateness ****** upon them
Some never achieve greateness
It's not me who said that
But whatever the category they own
They have to live
Though happy or not
Though they are crying out loud
Though they are laughing harder they can
The sun will rise again
A new day will begin
Flowers will bloom
And the nightingale will sing loud
A day of beauty will begin
Can an answer be found
Though the reality is this
People wil bloom like flowers and
Die like fallen flowers
Thouh they live happily
Or though they live sadly
May May 2016
Trees are like painted in gold
Oh!how funny when it gets cold
All the trees with flowers in red
Talk to us like they are all dead

Cause sun is hiding behind the horizon
Leaving all of us behind to be frozen
But a voice coming beyond their sight
Tells them to welcome the reaching night

And it comes the time for strangers
Though for somebody it is the time of dangers
Hawks fly over the horizon while cicadas scream
To enjoy the night's best part as we call cream

Oh!everywhere the dark,like a girl's curly black hair
Have a walk and feel the bliss of touching the night there
God save your majesty!cause this is your realm
The darkness hardly escaped due to your overwhelm

You,the orb of night has at last risen
Leading the angel of night to her mission
Under the moonlight is a path going to somewhere
Having bushes with blossomed moon flowers and a mere

The bard doesn't need where the path ends
He only sees a short way along due to the bend
Espy the sight of the moonlit path with thickets and flowers in both sides
The flaxen colored ,lambent path uttering a secret to our minds

Feel the zephyr and the impenetrable darkness
The ambosia wash away your harshness
The swift and cold wind blowing apace
Always washing the ire away and making amaze

The empyrean which recall the color of clematis flower
With twinkling stars gathered around their lover
Very blissful to have their lover today
Beaming at us more brightly than the last day

The celestial body has arrived today
Making the whole night awaken and it may
Do it until the world come to its finishing day
The moonlight is the syrup of night as I say
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