Stardust
This plume of mortal breath—
mere puffs of silver smoke
beneath a vast, bespangled sky.
The moon, close and looming,
sheds eerie light in a lustrous beam,
while motes of delicate stardust,
like specks of a thousand dreams,
dance in its lucent path
to eternity.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
