Corona

Bioluminous, two ships adrift
Passing in the night
Under the southern light
Aurora Australis
Becoming unmoved and unknowingly
Evolved
Like the supercluster of galaxies
In which they merge
A tingle, an urge
To gaze upward and glow into
One another's maze of faces.
It takes one simple touch to guide them.

poem by Stan Petrovich
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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