Gods Speak As Lovers Do

For Tricia

Stars appear not to move at all,
Holding configuration through the years,
The constellations like tattoos of light
Upon the night, imperfect patterns
Burned onto a blind universe far, far
Beyond the edge, descending,
Bending through the distant years.

I shimmer at the thought of where
Such wonders go, finally reaching Earth,
Inscribed on back of eye, the retina
Observes the piercing, sends the
Message to the mind:  sees bulls,
Horses, wings of heaven flying—
Reminds that gods speak as lovers do,
Whispering in the dark.

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