Fate’s guiding star seems dimmed – Lukul Selavy

my love; a star who shines only for day?

I’m called Lukul Selavy. People often pronounce this weirdly. I am sixteen, I especially like the french symbolist poets. This poem is my first, and so this submission is not due to arrogance but due to hope. I hope it is liked.p.s. the subtitle is not irrelevant and is interconnected with the poem, as the subtitle’s logic (or illogic) would be with any poem of an emotional sort.

Fate’s guiding star seems dimmed

(41 lines – 5 quintains – 2 quatrains – 2 tercets – 1 couplet – Hope – Hope of love – she’s called Maybe)

the girl, that daydream gazes find, i call: Maybe

(lest she is explained as: imaginary).  

like a petulant child that tugs on coattails,

presentiments of her urge me, stubbornly

yearning; but, always at heart sadness prevails.

my love; a star who shines only for day?

a dove with feathers going grey?

a song for nobody?

summer night   rolls onto her belly   her shape

lies star-traced by astral veils from which escapes

cosmic rain  yes heaven’s flecked constellation      

glazed on my window     sultry night her arched nape

her raised chin   Fate’s girl of imagination!

outside of my window i see

rose garden roseate coloured

at last, from the earth they tug free

Slowly they start to fall upward 

Future knows how Present swoons   for what may be

so smooth sheets make jagged peaks   over my knee

and moonlight cascades   into these spectral deeps

wind whispers   through blooms yes   voices sing for me!

but hope wilts; mountains tilt; oceans drain; songs sleep.  

shall i discover love as the newborn discovers colours?

or be without?

who can love fleshless hope? a vile thief space is. 

such evil air, there instead of embraces.

heart – stop your beat. until to her it wakes,

‘till we cross in life’s web of times and places.

soul; to bed. sleep could fill the void waiting makes.          

see the full moon incandescent,

slowly growing the night’s black skin,

and so makes the moon a crescent

stretching into a jeering grin

can you hear? can you? Fate’s guiding star seems dimmed.

Future’s love, my star… this prayer’s not speech mark “winged”.

my life’s enjambment untangles through despair   

and hope. always   my pulse is . caesura pinned;

with hope, despair! and foul runes, wrought for thin air.

my love; a star who shines only for day?

a dove with feathers going grey?

a song for nobody.

Lukul Selavy

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