Day 32 of 50 Poems/50 Days

‘My Destination

My first brothers
have their running lead.

Again, my stars have come out
to dance for me.

They sit like guards,
each anchored in the dark,
each whispering a dream
into my sleep.

Each saying:

“Our son, our boy, our child,
the one we left behind,
the one we sent to collect,
these daydreams in the light”

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