Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Stars




The stars are alive in the sky tonight

a glittering eternity

leaps to eye and time takes flight


a necklace of dewdrops

a-glitter in the sun

forged infinity, each and every

one


childspeak, she murmurs

in her sleep

at home

in a blanket of stars

and the soft spawn of infinite light

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