“Twinkle, twinkle little star.”
(With thanks to Jane Taylor)
Pinpoints
of light shine within a dark velvet curtain
like peepholes in the night.
like peepholes in the night.
Long
dead stars twinkle; memories of ancient gases explode.
Night
and darkness are older than infinity;
silent winds move across the primaeval skies of living darkness.
silent winds move across the primaeval skies of living darkness.
We hide
from the vastness above;
within the softness of our beds,
we burrow for safety within our heads.
within the softness of our beds,
we burrow for safety within our heads.
Ronda R.
Scott-Marak
© 31
January 2018
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