Human ecology
my peoms
Voyeur
To gaze upon the dance of stars,
And know that in their solemn beat,
In days of beauty, death, and sleep,
They will not turn a moment past,
Before my questing arm will fail,
And yet a poise of movement shows,
Upon the skies, their joyous curl,
To reach aloft a hand so small,
And drink their light into my eyes,
To hold a piece within my heart
Written in Royal Leamington Spa, Autumn, Winter 1995 at the start of my
M.Sc. Analytical Biology. Trying to explain astrophysics, or wildlife
macrophotography.
Created 24/10/99