Poetry

Star Stuff Apertures

“Are there really more atoms in my eye than stars in the universe?”

Star Stuff apertures
look to the night-sky…

Mother and Child
embrace as the dark

How comes this
strangely familiar…

Longing that grows
and refuses to die?

A cosmic coin
flipping forever,

Flashing and sparking,
waiting to land…

On a star whose light
has still to arrive.