The Myriad Stars

 

Stars,

myriads

in the sky,

constellations

in infinity.

The hunter and his hounds

guiding antiquated barks,

the drinking gourd giving hope, sung

by degraded men fleeing bondage,

fading in memories as in first light.

 

Certainly the celestial sphere seen by

magi heralding a hallelujah

at divine birth is remembered?

Sadly perfidious charms

distract our thoughts, we find

more to fit the bill,

gates of heavens,

forgotten

in the

sky.