The Sorcerer

And his Magic Wand

When your world moves too fast, and you lose yourself in the chaos, introduce yourself to each color of the sunset — Christy Ann Martine

The ball of fire diminishes, The story slips down the horizon, Silence is silenced in the moment, Earth’s ears pressed to the ground.

Kaleidoscope firmament Beginning a story new, Leafing through a new script Dark waiting for the cue.

Night walks in character And stars, Moon readies its gown, The show sold ‘Houseful’ Dreamers, Poets, wanderers All eyes sky-bound.

The soft breeze kisses the trees, Rendezvous they hold, Susurrus leaves whisper, Un-heard yawns told.

Oh! there it goes — In haste a shooting star, Constellations align, Telescopes, the ether Connect bar.

A everyday solar routine, Nightly, a new leaf turning, The magician hidden behind clouds, His magic wand waving.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me want to dream.― Vincent Van Gogh,’ Van Gogh’s Starry Night Notebook’.

Thank you Thomas Plummer Francine Fallara Gurpreet Dhariwal and Blue Insights for publishing my poem.

Thanking everyone for taking note.