HIRAETH
Hiraeth is
in my bones.
My tide of
longing
For that
far star
That shines
so faithfully
In my night
sky,
Its hard
brilliance a beckoning,
Far-heard
call
Over the
night-waves
Of my
breathing, sighing sleep.
My bones
quietly disintegrate.
I return to
essence,
And find
the one tiny particle of self
Amid
star-sand.
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