Homesick

the stars

are homesick

for your eyes--

numinous orbs

now

mere nomads;

wander crust of earth

frail. seeking joy

of their

own

private sky

framed by

horizon,

hugged by

lashes

brush against my

cheek.

I am a secret

not

yet told

of earth and

dirt

and roots

of old

heartbeat the

tick

of passing years

this

deep longing

I

know

when

you

blink.


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