The Coffee Seller.
It is the night of the White Moon, Andromeda…
But high in the black ink sky … there you are.
A billion floating particles…
as pure as ever….
You have been seen
by every living charge
who ever graced the earth…
Each of us
who had the eyes to see…
looked…and there you were.
Each sailor guided by the stars
has whispered up to you.
Athena placed you there…
so we would keep your name upon
our lips…
Andromeda…
I think of Ethiopia…and our sun kissed skin.
Our ancient DNA…
Our hair as dark onyx
caught in the wind…
As dark as ravens in the sky…
And now the moon is rising
from the night towards the dawn…
And you will fade away
to be reborn.…Andromeda.
Kristine Byrne. 21st Aug. 2018