1.
 
The sky is not finished
 
with us yet.
 
 
In 1930,
 
Imagine the borders of constellations
 
being drawn.
 
 
 
Some stars were stranded
 
between them.
 
 
How can this be
 
love?
 
 
How can this be
 
anything
 
but forgetting?
 
 
2.
 
Yet, the Prince becomes
 
a commoner
 
in full technicolour
 
to win the love of Aniuta.
 
 
 
Unspeakable as the sky
 
Unfinished always; 
 
 
 
palpable silences
 
 
 
that keep reality
 
dormant.
 
 
 
3.
 
 
As if you can see the 
 
distance of regretting.
 
 
As if you can fathom
 
why all of this stranded
 
forgetting.
 
 
Always unfinished 
 
and being drawn
 
grey lead, white paper.
 
 
 
4.
 
 
What borders has love
 
apart from those we give it?
 
 
Unspeakable constellations;
 
name them what you will.
 
 
Silences lie stranded
 
while love,
 
lights the sky regardless.
 
 
 
(c) Maree Jaeger
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Year: 
2015
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