The Manatu

by Roxanne Burns

Each of us reaches for our destinies
The idle stars in our prospective orbits
Always exceeding our grasp.

When our time on Earth is spent
Wandering minstrels we become
Constellations in the night skies
Spirits in distant galaxies.

I felt the essence of your soul
Walk straight through me that night
On your way to vespers.

I absorbed a small portion of you
To be with me forever.