Star Mark

To breathe, exhale into the dead of night a thousand breaths like dandelion stars We crisp the air in shadows of hindsight The blackened gulf is blinded by the shards of strobing thoughts and whispered melodies in crystal cutting glass on blackened tar We strip the sky to cellophane memories a candle wick of dew and star regrets with sticky tongues of darkened parodies While knowing that a star long burned begets and turns to ash and fallen bitter glow our still exhaling tangible detects To breathe, and yet to infinitely know our wishes blow to space and far beyond to light our future travels as we go...