On a starless night,
no telescope to hand,
there you were,
a tiny speck of light
in a canopy of ink,
and now I find myself
‘What would it take
for you to cross the sky?’
Filed under Free Verse, Poetry, Tercets
Tagged as light, recognition, sky, star, starlight
You left much earlier than we expected,
the little boat slipping its moorings
and sailing on the noon tide.
Sorrow stood on the dock,
a small brass compass in its hand,
that we might find our way in the dark.
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Filed under Free Verse, Poetry
Tagged as boat, compass, dad, father, navigation, sea
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