
A boundless gorgeous
heart always
true blue.

The great eagle
Gliding on a flying
Magic carpet
In the blue sky
Breasting the air
And sees the wind
Carry a herd of clouds
Like a ghost shepherd
Skybound, spellbound
Breathtaking, neverending.

Those thousands of wishes
Those thousands of dreams
All vanished into the ether
Like a fleeting mirage
Of shining waters yonder
When the fates saw them
Not hers and let demons
snatch them again ever
Until she left this life
And returned to another.

An astronaut may orbit
the earth in spacecraft
and colonize the moon,
but an astrologer watches
the constellations of stars
that house the spirits
like he’s done for thousands
of years from the sacred
stairs of the ziggurats of Ur
and tells of the stars
that made us.
Some say hope is
A scandalous charmer
That is nothing but
Hubris, a dangerous
Illusion to hanker after
A desire that leaves
An innocent wisher
Consumed with thirst
For elusive dreams
beckoningly solicitous
In evansecent mirage.

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