So distant, high above, you seem
but your voice, clear, without words
Incessant light, whispering through me
No escaping you, now
that you fill me
In the early morning darkness
I glimpse you, and
for the first time, see
my face written in the stars
Not the face of a man, but destiny
No longer, can I think of myself
Those thoughts, hopeless
as an imagined oasis in the desert
But as my eyes meet the Heavens
you plant unity in my soil
And in one voice with many, I hear
Kimah, Al-Thurayya, Mao
Kartikeya, Hoki Boshi, Tianquiztli
fluttering in the wings
of a flock of awakening doves
Poetic Alchemist 
Ah!
Gautami: Thanks. How would you describe the shift in my writing???
Your writing has changed. I love it either way!
Andrew: Thanks. Yes, it is changing. Hopefully for the better.
Floots: Sorry about that. it’s frustrating when that happens. All the names point to the star cluster, Pleiades.
Nice feeling in this — your writing seems to be changing — or is it just me?
spent hours (well seconds anyway) 🙂 looking up those names and leaving a comment and it disappeared
😦
this time i’ll just say i liked it
cheers don
Thanks Polona and Gautami. Mystical indeed.
Like Polona says, it is mystical..
something mystical about the stars… and pleiades associate with the long winter nights…
enjoyed