Hoping Constellations
Hoping constellations
This warm evening lingers
along weeping fence lines
of tear drop persuasion
laced in glistening spider webs
and I am missing you
Staring up at a melancholy sky,
counting hours on the face of the moon
while minute hand comets
slowly float by in orbiting arcs
getting nowhere fast
I see shadows reach beyond
pecan grove silhouettes
to far away borders
of palm leaf pathways
and white sand whispers,
And I know this is
where my heart longs to be
as I walk towards the brightest star
hoping constellations
will guide me to you
Good night Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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