|
| |
A Meeting of Minds
In the silence
of this crystal night
shimmering,
entombed in light,
we'll tippy toe on the stars
Moving in a universe
the tips of our fingers
write poems in stardust
as we shift
the dust of time
being graced in part,
a poets Valhalla
Fishing in the black holes
pulling the next dimension
through, meeting minds
from the center of the think
they ripple with the solar winds
ghosts of the eternal flame
Lavender light shaves the moon
sheets of light trickle in mirrors
imagination is reborn
again
and again
Copyright ©
Jayne Eggins
|
|