Untitled #72 [Stars]
standing in this place
like strange sparkled bliss
this wonder of stars
I miss my children.
yet as stars, my children
are in kisses all around me
that swirled clouded moonlight
and the joy of the earth
waiting and wishing
wanting beauty.
that rapturous beauty
that glory unattended
where the night sings
laughing and dying.
it's all beauty
of stars.