Poetry: The Astrolabe

by Liam

This pen, this ink, this page

Tools with which my thoughts anticipate

Words, words of mine

When graced by God

Becomes a feather,

Life on a wing, flying

Air flow thrusting meaning up towards heaven

Loves lightness, brightness flying out,

A dance where infinity becomes a drying line

Captured in the sands of time

This parchment held in the hand of mine

Words

An astrolabe of loves celestial quest

Eternally visible

Physically measurable

Magically understandable

Love