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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