❦→[the sailor and their star]
when a sailor drifts away from the ocean,
the light of the northern star
guides and narrows the motion,
what are miles in number
if they were never really far?
so move with me through all the sunshine and the thunder
you could make another dialect
and i'll never speak another,
in the utter - silences of the night
i would build tunnels leading direct - to every path in your sight
laying beds of flowers of all sorts
i worship no gods,
but i admire whatever divinity is you
so here i sit trying to sew,
these words with a sole muse, to keep you warm
all the days and hours i'm gone
sometimes even museums fail to determine,
the worth of the finest painting
for the ordinary could never read the sublime,
isn't it happily daunting?
to be stuck in an endless cycle of waiting and wanting
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
