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The Voyage

We looked up at Scorpio’s tail of stars

curved across light years of night.

We anchored and made love in the dark,

embraced in the cold before dawn and spoke

of Novalis who praised nocturnal light.

Although my thoughts were dark,

you spoke of those who spoke of light

as they moved through the night:

old saints and fishermen following stars.

The river flowed towards morning

until Scorpio grew pale, fading with dawn,

and darkness sailed into light.

from The Goldfinches of BaghdadFind more by Robert Adamson at the library

Copyright © 2006 Robert Adamson
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

Published in Poems Robert Adamson

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