Monday, November 26, 2018

Stars

They talk to me,
the stars.
A guide, 
a prophet just for me.

In a sparkling utterance
they send their messages,
a flurry of incessant blinking
bright, dim, bright,
never tiring, 
never forgetting.

When the sun is bright 
or the clouds show their might
I know they are there 
the stars,
blinking bright, dim, bright
talking, guiding
always.

© Utsa Seth, 2018

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