star-stitched silence
in her star-stitched
s i l e n c e
she breathes ~
glass-winged h o p e
weaving angelic hymns
with lilac light
like a ballerina
draped in chiffon ~
pirouetting through poetry
amidst dusk kissed
by gloaming gold,
s w i r l i n g
origami spring
into a sky full
of paper planes
fleeting with
sakura secrets
serving the sinister
and serene
with citrine smoke
of seraphic dust…
so let l o v e rise
as the maternal Goddess
of nocturnal hours
she seeks
not the cursed
and crestfallen ~
familiar faces
masked
with jilted jasmines
and eagle feathers
lurking in
psychedelic shores
awaiting the downfall ~
like crashing comets
phasing upon the
lamented lighthouse
flickering
fickle flares
of pained
perspectives...
for the ones that sleep
in tree-high-retreats
counting frozen sparks
can never seize
as she is the
sunflower sigh
that dreams between
shifting colors
of azure leaves
a metaphor molded
from
the silver
of the moon’s ink
forgotten by thistles
and
thorns of t i m e ….
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