The Scent of Oneness
Cloudy night, an orphaned star
spinning into wayward heart.
They drift as one upon a stream
glowing light- aurora dreams.
When time pounds the kettle drum
they draw in tight, becoming one.
The morning sun, chimes "all is well".
Night ogres retreat back into hell.
Sharing soul and sweetened seeds
two silver swirls on sapphire seas.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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