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.