Friday, 28 December 2012

Lodestone

Quixotic polestar

Far out on the shimmering horizon - yellow white rim

At once my icon and my guide


When I orientate myself to you

The jumble clutter details of my everyman life

Crash like burnout cars


And I am left alone on the parameter of your awe

High and wide

Skirting the sunny side


Dumbstruck

And counting my lucky stars!
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