Stars wish for nothing
They shine without
Knowing how
They give rise to wishers
As they melt the night sky
Abundant, scattered
Yet each is known
Their evening dance
A ritual
Mystery holds them apart
The moon
Matron of the stars
Guardian of the night
Consequential
Bearer of light
In the blistered sky
Celestial bodies
Lay weary souls
To rest
A painted sky
Bids goodnight
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Author:
Katie B. (
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Comments5
Much enjoyed 🕊️🙏🏻
Beautiful Katie you have pictured the heavens at night with all its splendor. Nicely done my friend
Soren, I always look forward to your positive feedback, it is greatly appreciated my friend.
You are most welcome Katie
A delightful and beautifully poetic vision of the night sky.I enjoyed reading.Every word is well chosen
Thank you so very much. It is greatly appreciated!
Katie, this has such a soft celestial beauty to it. The stars, the moon, the weary souls at rest…it all comes together like a peaceful ritual unfolding overhead. Lovely write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Your feedback Is greatly appreciated, Tristan.
Wonderful words Katie. Stars are holes in heavens floor.
Andy
Yes! Thank you Goldfinch.
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