Reflection
I hand-picked a
constellation
of stars and
hid them
in my heart
they shine
reflected on
the lake inside
my mindThis is the place
where you
will always live
even as the wild
geese cry in flight
even as the moon
rises on lonely
landscapes
and planes
take off
leaving a vapour
trail of all
we wished
to say
but didn’tAnd when
morning cracks
another sky
and all the stars
appear to fade
you’re still there
Venus rising
hanging near the moonreflected
© Tanya Southey
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