Above our heads the bright stars wheel,
our hearts’ wish steal,
and toss the husk
into the dusk.
The setting sun pours fire-red beams
in liquid streams—
our eyes closed tight
against the light.
In silhouette against the night
we, burning bright
and side by side
will turn the tide.
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Reblogged this on D.B. Mauldin and commented:
Above Our Heads
Awe….
Question;
streams— “what does the line mean after “streams”
chris
‘Our eyes closed tight against the light.’ Just means that we closed our eyes because of the brightness of the sunlight.
One line “-” means all that?
It’s two lines really but one phrase.
Ok!
That makes sense, nonetheless
i still don’t understand?
We can’t look at the sun.
Damn, i must be dummmmme…
We just don’t use English in exactly the same way 🙂
Hell darling,
that’s my first language,
i’m still learning the a word can
mean a thousand different things…
hA
Grade six english, now self taught…
It’s not dumbness. Words are just vectors of communication. If the message doesn’t get across, we have to change the wording.
But there are some many words…
All the more to play with.
Oops..
Thank you, Deborah 🙂
I like the rhythm of this–it’s like when you look up at the stars and it’s so vast, it seems like it’s spinning around. 🙂
I suppose they are but it’s true, when you stare at them for long enough , they seem to be moving.