Souls In Stardust
'down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind' -
Edna St Vincent Millay
In
Vastness
We shall lie
At peace, beneath
Mountains of moonbeams
No servants or masters
Equal bells, everlasting
Shackles of suffering release
Over celestial bridges, where the
Cosmos recycles our souls in stardust.
5/21/20
For 'Etheree' contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2020
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