All of these stars now fill my sky—
mere questions in search of a why,
echoes awaiting an initiating voice,
decisions longing for any true choice.
Here in the blue veil of the night,
upon the threshold of another write,
as I peer out into all of this black,
I seek to again pen all that I lack.
Setting out once more on a quest
in hope to pen only my best,
to leave only these unparalleled lines,
intersecting solely within my designs.
While I carry only paper, ink, and pen,
I set off for this distant, quiet glen,
so that I might then join the breeze,
and share in the poetry of these trees.
Now, about to pen what is true
beneath this sky of midnight blue,
I revel in the celebration
beneath a widening constellation.
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Libellule (
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Poetry under the stars how poetic indeed and a metaphor as well.
That is a lovely thought and write, writing poetry under the stars, enjoyed the read
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