Quiet Admiration Star bright

Greetings from a friend you have yet to meet , like a distant quasar ,a celestial star which is seen by the naked eye only when it is alone in the darkness of nights and while the light of many hides it from your sight rest assured it is winking at you alright.

Far be it for me a mollusk in travelling afar but only on the vessels
of those who minds are braver and stern made than my own. I live in
your experiences as a jungle orchid hidden from rainy downpours and
nourishment of the soil , hence must cling to a celestial reaching
bark to take it upwards to breathe and feel the sun and stars but only
in parts .

Would you not be kind to cast your wondering eye and fix it to this
twin lonely island with her illegitimate child ,Trinidad & Tobago. I
called her mater because I was born here but my true parent flags the
red maple leaf on the shores of the Pacific I call home in Vancouver,
flies with zephyr teasing breeze strong , brave and true as ever
Vainer could have wished.

Your servant in waiting

humbly

Adrian Matadeen
Vancouver Canada
Trinidad West Indies


Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

by j.keats, poet