Poetry is-
a vast galaxy;
harbouring many ideas.
Those who call to her
are enlightened
by many possibilities.
The flowing words;
stars,
whispering and humming.
They span over a cerulean sky
sending senses of
imagery.
As the stars float,
comets of metaphors,
shower wandering Earthlings.
Lost in a poetic universe,
I feel a spark of imagination.
