Death and interstellar travel.


Seven Sisters

Death and interstellar travel.


Seven Sisters by Theresa Cecilia Garcia

Blast me away from the oak with its black trunk
and let me sing in the darkness floating across
a glaring blue sky on my bed at dead of night.

Let the drops of juniper in my hair cast no shadows
vanishing me into a faint mist of pure white clusters
absolutely safe among the murmuring calls of wild doves.

Casually lay me in Taurus as I take immense strides
standing on the brink of a strange world with my seven sisters,a beautiful reflection nebula.

Enlightened, let me lead as a hot white star in the Pleiades
after years of toiling and labouring,groping in the dark,
cold, with nights of disappointment and despair.

Beyond these chases in dreams there is a real world
truly wonderful indeed . Joy thrilled my soul as I knew the long journey was at end, frightened nevermore at the prevalence of sin and evil.












Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 20:55

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