Light of Soul Rises up in Star of Pole,

by J. W. Cassandra

I wrote this poem today, and the English version yesterday. This is the latest, and I have not put it into any of my poetry books yet.

In a certain way and to a certain extent, it is connected to the previous one: the soul as a theme and the symbols connect them. But while in the former poem the soul was frozen, here the ray of morn brings renewal, the light of the soul flies toward the North Star.

The lyrical self addresses the reader, thus making him an active participant in the poem. The seal of mystery, therefore, is cast into the depths by the reader; the mystery blossoms in the wake of his deed, and the veil of mystery covers and beautifies the Earth with the starry golden light. The poem is framed: it emphasizes the mysterious connection between the soul and the North Star, which defines everything on Earth.

I hope you will like this poem, just like the previous one!

Lights of morn tear apart
every mourn:
Light of soul rises up in Star
of Pole.

As you float on purple rays
of prime,
You feel your angel wings
and fly.

You soar beyond the Star of
North,
Silver seal of mystery, you
throw –

Silvery mystery sprays
down,
Silvery rain pours on the
ground.

The thirsty soil drinks it
eagerly,
And it grows flowers of
mystery.

Silver petals, golden petals
open –
Mystery veils everything
with starry golden.

Lights of morn tear apart
every mourn:
Light of soul rises up in Star
of Pole.

18 /01. 2026, by J. W. Cassandra

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