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...
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