Constellations
To dream awake beneath the sky
where blazing stars emerge to dye
the silken night in brilliant hues
of amethyst and midnight blues,
connecting dots with unseen rope
like beads of joy on strings of hope
that dress the endless onyx night
with images so bold and bright,
until the beams of sunrise soar
to banish incandescent lore.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2015
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