my new dawn

rising on the happy horizon

the astronomer

the astronomer

searching through
the night

the astronomer
peers

into the outermost
deep

pulsing orbs
exploding lights

the ends of the
universe reach

below the observatory
all are asleep

in unlit homes

dreaming dreams
that meet

beyond the
farthest star

May 31, 2009 - Posted by mrpaul | Poetry | | No Comments Yet

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