Sunday 1 November 2020

Mutterings of a Nobody

On a cloudless night in the boat of dreams

Floating away into the starry themes

I dip my hand into the cold sparkly pond

Sending ripples far and beyond


Upsetting the stars and moons that have made this patch of mirror their transient home


'Ah.. the beauty of it all 'I mutter

'I can touch the stars aflutter

With that I scoop up some star light

I've touched the stars I whisper in delight


Wake up my silly man.. my friends chastise

'Haiyaah.. it's just an illusion' my good brother sighs

What does it matter can you touch those in the skies..

A wry smile makes its way to my silly face..