Stars mingle and collide
In one inky abide
Constellations twirl
As planets scurry away
Dust scatters
Twinkling to Earth
As the angels
Play the sweet music
Of thriving souls
A perpetual,
Impractical gathering,
Of silhouetted light
Held captive
In reflection
Of bright blue eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoetryMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
