Light Years Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

Light Years



The house waits

Like a lonely dog

For the children to arrive

Streams of ethereal music

That will stoke a death wish

Flow in the air

Looking for the blessed ear

Destined to receive it

Unwritten books bearing the secrets of life

Travel unseen towards the gifted hand

Chosen to write them

I gaze at the star

Putting out my hand

For the light still too far

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