Last Night with My Stray Pie
On the yester,
The sun extinguished
The brilliance
Of the stars.
The night
Would still pull in
So the moon
And the stars
Would, then,
Unrestrainedly light
The ceiling above.
The day sky
Was awash with memories
Of the lost pie.
These memories
Tainted the sunlight
Casting a layer
Of darkness
On my day vision.
These memories,
With no abode,
Found the night sky
With its embracing arms.
They sprang in
And found refuge
Amongst the moon
And the stars.
The night pulled in
With its moon, stars,
Nebulae, galaxies, planets,
Meteorites, comets
And quasars.
Embedded
Among its children
Was my stray pie
Dancing
Together with celestials,
Invincible,
With no sun
To dim out their light.
Somewhere
Among the celestials
I met up
With my stray pie.
From where
Do you come?
I asked him.
I was sent by Mum
To get a pullover.
Said my lost pie.
In some fortnights
I had a talk,
Among the celestials,
With my particle,
Gone astray.
I will come for you.
I pledged to him.
There is a narrative,
Lengthy,
That I shared
With my lost pie.
Shall he, once more,
Resurface
Amongst the constellations
So that they recount
To me
This narrative
Not etched in mind?
© Sea-Crab Poetry.
(Voyager of Words)
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