Betelgeuse
Posted by Lauren Yates | Filed under Poetry, Print
To the ninth brightest star in the night sky:
Project divine sparks toward this back wall.
I’m hard of hearing and your feelings aren’t quite mine.
Come closer.
No one can outshine your dark horse harmony,
bracing front man melodies sung by the sun.
Know that you’re bright enough to hold
your own, that you illuminate the night sky.
Ninth brightest star, come closer.
Your potent whisper still can’t fight
the distance between us. But I don’t want it to.
Six-hundred light years later, you’ll shock my fingertips
once I’ve called your name three times.
