Making Stars

Sailboats in the river
humming with ecstasy,
You say I am the ocean
or is it the sea,
almost unwittingly,
but for the moment
we make stars
never still, never free.
For a century you held
a grip over Eve
and you roll over
to find she slipped
over the galaxy,
but for the moment
we make stars
as rain falls on the debris.
The sound of the sea
silent to a degree,
lifts the moon from the sky,
from the deepening dusk
walks up to me,
but for the moment
we make stars
with jade butterflies and destiny.
Day invisible, night invisible
caught in the rosemary
and flickering shadows
that move from past to present
between sips of chamomile,
but for the moment
we make stars
with the lines of poetry.

Copyright © Jaspreet Mann (2013)