Imago …

Sleep, child, sleep


in your warm cocoon

of night.

Wake, child, wake


flutter to the moon

and catch the silver

stars of light.

Keep, child, keep

and memorise

the constellations

of your flight.

Make, child, make

a golden tune

of your earthbound


Sing, child, sing

of the silent sounds

of stars and butterflies

when the day breaks

and the sun has dried your wings … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
This entry was posted in Love, Philosophy, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Imago …

  1. Shermeen says:

    Lovely thoughts put in lovely words.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Thank you so much, Shermeen.
    This was a poem that Christina O liked and was kind enough to comment on .. I gave it to her ..

  3. JM says:

    The evolution of an earthly life – so true. They used to say that all lives follow the same pattern ; so we, too, are invited to that living transformation, that re-birth which gives rise to our truer selves. I read also that Man is the epitome of Nature …

  4. atomsofstars says:

    Thank you very much, Jamie … yes, a metamorphosis devoutly to be desired 🙂

    It’s a wondrous moment to see the birth of a butterfly .. I remember watching a chrysalis opening when I was a small child … and waiting and waiting for the wings of the emerging insect to dry and to disclose at the first flutter; a Red Admiral.
    Never to be forgotten …

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s