Compass

Cats bark secrets

At hidden new moons

Bringing back memories

Always gone too soon

Senior’s first word

Beginning at the end

Hangs white poignant stars

To midnight’s curtains thinned

Unicorn knelling loudly

In prayer, just out of sight

Guarding suns treasured magic

For dreams to take flight

The world keeps spinning dizzy

Turning my square chaos around

Searching for you, comes empty

My heart pleads to be found

But still, I hear your voice

Compass, introduced at our birth

Anchoring connate knowledge

You….

are my true magnetic north

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One comment

  1. jbcowgill · September 22, 2016

    Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.

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