08/21/2019
‘For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.’
—
(Vincent van Gogh)
I’ve not a clue of what the future holds
nor have I any knowledge of the morrows
For I am but a mere scribbler of rhymes;
a wandering, flockless little sparrow…
But as I gaze through the wondrous display
of cosmic splendor on mazarine skies
My soul shatters in stellar innocence
whispering whatever my pen cannot write.
So rage…rage, my slumbering spirit.
Let loose all wishes and silent desires.
Let known all those that for long have been hidden
those that no poetry can ever disguise.
Sparkles and Poetry 