there is a natural poetry
in the sharp satellite --
a soft moon shine
on metal in the night;
one day of silence
bled and bloomed self-doubt
like white lilies in stained glass,
and i felt their sorrows
weeping in the willows
so like my mother --
(so easily swayed)
the night sky drew on thought
and i was as easily tempted
to blame it on my stars
that i was so deeply cut,
and pray; sweep it all away in a dream
because the night time i know
to be lonesome as i am, saw it in
the soft silver on the edge of stars,
in a sparkling break in the clouds,
they grant me certain peace
as sleep slowly unfolds her arms.
(29th June 2015)
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reflections in watered-down glass
Poetry"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken." -- Lana Del Rey, Ride (...
