My Night Sky
I. Whispers curling through an inky abyss, Enlightening my soul in all its iterations. To Homer they told tantalising tales, To Augustus they imbued prowling power, To Wilde they caressed his sorrowful soul, To me they promise wild wisdom.
Humanity’s souls suspended in an inky abyss, Each burning with forlorn knowledge. They have seen the rise and recess of empires, They have seen the brutal barbarism of men, They have seen the tender touches of love, They have seen the jubilant joy of youth.
II. O you dear constellations, Hung by archaic hands. My mother, companion, and lover at once, Ancient beings, all-seeing, With words only heard in silent solitude.
O my radiant stars, My glittering goddesses. I yearn for your serene faces, Graced with the gentle hands of time, In my years I shall be tapestried alongside you.
-Sofia (Inspired by stars and how they speak to me.)
