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Love floats on astral tides
as if the world was flat
and the waves stopped
waiting patiently

for the moon or a star

to leap.

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Then, rethinking the spaces,

the star falls into a pond 
and, holding her breath,
rises and floats.

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Stella L. Crews

08-15-13

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Oh yes... I love this...

 

May I?

 

A lucid inhale insues.

paused waves stir.

Sent to catch like a gossamer net,

but crested foam spires buckle;

melt,

sparkling imposters of night diamonds

pulled and glistened

Lunas accord sings

And in that waking moment

naturally,

she danced with churning tides.

 

 

 

 

 


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 

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I miss A.T.

Sailed on: "...imposters of night diamonds." That line is sooooooo yes! - This poem shadows mine quite nicely, precisely. Thanks fo the life-time floating around in this well penned spiraled chasm. Love it ~A~

 



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