Pleiades

I am waiting for the Pleiades

to get me to home

With the folklores and fires

I am taking the crisp embers as I go

The winter fernweh

and in between billion years

Only the blue hue of skies subsides

The darkness from the veils of these eyes

Protecting heavens while dining in jades

Atlas somewhere in west of shrines

I have forgotten to think of him

The Vulci of my soul, and nothing remains.

 

I am waiting for Pleiades

to get me to home

Aldebaran and Hyades

Looking out with the moon till I get home.