Untitled (A milky light...) by Andrea the Caustic
A milky light
You can stare at,
Dim and placid.
As if nature
In this aura
Sits motionless,
Quietly waiting,
Soaked in firm shine,
Until it bursts.
Mother of chants again,
Of glory, of color.
Again mother of light,
Of flowers, flurries, flights.
You can stare at,
Dim and placid.
As if nature
In this aura
Sits motionless,
Quietly waiting,
Soaked in firm shine,
Until it bursts.
Mother of chants again,
Of glory, of color.
Again mother of light,
Of flowers, flurries, flights.
Andrea the Caustic's Bio:
Andrea the Caustic writes poetry and prose in Italian, English and Spanish and is currently lost somewhere in Europe. Andrea's poems have appeared in L'Aleph, Macondo, The Howl and more. He is currently working on a full-length collection in the three languages. You can get in touch with Andrea via Twitter: @thecaustic
Andrea the Caustic writes poetry and prose in Italian, English and Spanish and is currently lost somewhere in Europe. Andrea's poems have appeared in L'Aleph, Macondo, The Howl and more. He is currently working on a full-length collection in the three languages. You can get in touch with Andrea via Twitter: @thecaustic
