^z 4th September 2023 at 3:45pm
| Pastel bouquet floats overhead: pale balloons, Tugging for release, held back by your tight grip Upon their reins. I see your hand tremble, aching To set them free. My fingers wrap around yours. "Wait," I whisper ... We touch. Lights fade as gibbous moon rises. Thin dark crescent embraces gravid curve Of crystal sphere. Then constellations Gather, melt, and rain their blessings down. For us ... Our hands open together: balloons leap forth. A living myriad, they toss their heads And whip their tails as up they race into The infinite womb of the sky. Our sky. Now ... |
TopicPoetry - 2002-12-31
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