Each night stars
were screwed
into
their blissful sockets
Each night comets
flew..
most
ecstatic rockets..
on Night's throat
hung the moon
a glowing quiet locket
she wanted
only
to slip into
her Sun's heart pocket
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PEARLESCENT MOON
As a spring blows
bubbles
does God blow
softly
the pearlescent
moon..
... a moon
not sacrificed
to jewel thieves
one of my favorites