The Sky can spell
By Sanjana Mahesh
Summer skies are the peak of life
By Sanjana Mahesh
Summer skies are the peak of life
stare
north upstairs, not a gentle glance
but
with the insight of lost beacons
I
wander
I
wonder
I
will
not
lose sight, not lose song, not lose self
but
what to win
what
to gain
the
summer brings solace
answers
that need answering, questions that need questioning
one
that leads to another, like a constellation never ending
the
universal truth holds account of our lies
wherever
there is watch, there is guidance by fear of the future
do
the secrets spill, do the stars share, does the sun shade
what’s
behind and above us all, a backdrop of elevated trenches
When
I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When
the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When
I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When
I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the
lecture-room,
How
soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till
rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In
the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d
up in perfect silence at the stars.
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