Stellar flames create formations,
Lucent constellations and invitations to the expeditious mind
Novas that see our
destination
From their hibernation, a vocation that is enshrined
I'm navigating along the star path
The night sky is my
compass, my cynosure
After days with waves of wrath
I'm finally reaching the shores
Under the burning Atlas
A region
filled with flaring birthmarks
Over ageing landmarks and the hallmarks of Nature's grand form
Yonder, still in our
respiration
And mother to rotation, gravitation that endlessly performs
[Vintersorg, May 2006]
