Keep your
tales of faraway nebulae
and distant horizons pushed ever farther;
those gleaming constellations in the sky died years ago.
But the seas house breathing stars
and straightforwardly descends
a veil of womb-darkness
deeper traveled.
Keep your
tales of faraway nebulae
and distant horizons pushed ever farther;
those gleaming constellations in the sky died years ago.
But the seas house breathing stars
and straightforwardly descends
a veil of womb-darkness
deeper traveled.
The astronaut who once dreamed
Of milky galaxies spread
Like jewels on the velvet sheath of space
Now finds himself longing for
The green veld of his fathers
And a firm ground that pulls him
Into an embrace that says:
He is loved and too precious to be let go of.