night endeavor
on the earth
on the moon
forever
this sky at night
given way
represent the end of day
whispered edges
I will hide my fireworks
in the atmosphere
of perpetual poetry
something about
that inky boundary of submitting
where sleep weaves dreams
on a loom of black blue sight
Perseus still waits
as the Milky Way
is dripping down
and white noise
is calling from eternity
Eternal call ...
and a heart blooms
into a sun
with its moon
in orbit
Myra
I loved floating down the
I loved floating down the words of your poem, and came to rest rather contented. Lovely work! As always. SS.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."