Oh, how fair, they stand together
the milky black, offering
their ancient light
the maiden's eyes
a'winking.


Yes, together they be, but should
exist separate, as far from
each other as the
galaxy allows,
their *******
a'twinkling.

For they conspire, yes discuss the
state of man. Compare notes
with the Scorpion, the Bull
the Ram.

The Water bearer floods the skies
as naive children wish. And
laughs into the void of
space where swim
two starry gems,
the Fish.

Oh, hope of Man, how only God
allows, the murky fate which
only heaven vows.

Look not to sky to find your
answers there. The ******
and the stealthy Crab
forswear.

Yes, to try to count the stars?
Absurd! The Morning Star
is but a
flash in the eye

of a

BIRD


Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 12, 2014

Some sparkle, others don't
grains of sand on the beach.
Some coarse, the rest smooth
few close, most out of reach.
All laid down to lifes cycle
worn a little more with each relentless tide.
Formed, broken or evolving?
From "Big bang" to this beach, a cosmic ride.