Moon Dust

I feel the dead of night
it sits like a heavy blanket on my chest.
the stars say hello
as I whisper into the night.
Sometimes the moon joins the lonely
endevors I go on.
I often feel the tickle from a stars breath
Or pick up yesterdays mess of
fallen astroids and moon dust.
Wondering what I'll find this time.
I've stopped squinting, as there is nothing to be seen
I've just listen to the stars breath
The chords
rom the solar system
The rounds sung by the plants, dancing with the wind.
And play with the pull of the universe
Until its colors hypnotize me into a plight of wonder
And I sink to my knees
in the darkness
wanting to see orang and red dance 
with the tears of the moon once more.
All in the dead of night.


 

Treblemaker

NY

YWP Alumni Advisor

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