Witness
Late stars, in dark blue,
Not unlike the dew,
In constellations,
In such show,
Place me in England:
In Time, a speck
Of consciousness, a fleck
Upon the spinning earth
That gave me birth,
Beneath this cape of silver tips,
Or canopy, or cloak, fixed
In the turning universe,
Where, oh so grand,
I now can stand
And witness such traverse.
June 2011.
Copyright by D. J. Brennan, Derbyshire.
