Conceding.
An ink-toned ebony night captures
sound and takes from stillness quiet rapture.
Emerging now sparkling gem-stars
lend diamond brightness to penetrate dark.
And surging toward me while I lie
powerless that shine embraces my mind.
Consciously losing track of time, way
past heaven's far height I fall up into space.
I taste one nova then thick black
velvet becomes holed as I digest the galaxy.
Grief could not console me but his
star holds secrets which assure future bliss.
One with the cosmos I can now stop
as conceding to mystery fear has been lost.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
Beautiful write
A fine write. Cooeee F.
Yet another piece of great imagery Fay.
Beautiful star filled write.
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