Friday, September 28, 2018

Sleepless Star



Long ere creation was spun
The stars shone in the heavens,
For a billion years they have burned
To musing eyes
Who stares at the spectrum?

A saltant star flickers into the night
Silently ululating for its space,
Glinting, the candent powerful light
Although a million miles away
The glare’s so brilliantly bright.

The ebbing of its glow
Skirring past the shadowy night;
Mystifying the dwarf eyes below
Where wishes are made upon
As the dying star enters time's black hole.

- John Hardesty 


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