Homesick

the stars

are homesick
for your eyes–
numinous orbs
now
mere nomads;
wander crust of earth
frail. seeking joy
of their
own
private sky
framed by
horizon,
hugged by
lashes
brush against my
cheek.
I am a secret
not
yet told
of earth and
dirt
and roots
of old
heartbeat the
tick
of passing years
this
deep longing
I
know
when
you
blink.

To read some other poems about being homesick, visit Nancy at Just Say the Word.

Comments

  1. says

    We are always seeking.

    What stands out: “mere nomads”, “hugged by lashes” (how ephemeral that must feel), and that ending.

    Lovely, Laura.

    Thank you for dropping by my place earlier. I appreciate very much your comment. I have a new poem to post tomorrow, “ash wednesday”.

  2. says

    “I am a secret not yet told.” I loved this whole piece but especially this thought, Laura. God gives us many clues along the way, but I’ll be glad when He can reveal the whole thing to us. Lovely to find you here, my friend. Familiar faces after a long time away . . . .

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