On the Fruits of Thoughts
Many a star extends a demanding light,
Marching in winding courses anchored like a ship.
A ship in nefarious weathers and hellish night,
Beaten to root in seabed and pray its grip
Holds true as any bond to land. Or akin to a lifeboat,
Fastened to a Titanic, these stars gain freedom
From a dying star. Yet thither shall they float?
Unseen and unstable, they soon lose momentum,
And shy away without a master-light to swarm.
This icing universe, this coma-inducing sea
Perchance caresses its boundary, edge of a storm,
With radiant swells of tenderness we may never see.
Yet amidst the sunless storm, where we are,
Break and break the waves upon our soul,
And flows overflow many a contested star.
Bear the starriness and place your souls low
Under the cold water, for dim are their lights,
Smothered is their heat, slow their beating heart,
Under the cold water. Carry through the tides,
Take light, for it’s glorious to gain and impart.