let's sit till the stars, and when they,
would bloom in the sky, I might say -
the amber of maple, filled the sky fore my sight,
the ember sun of dusk, kissed the crimson sea fore night,
sky as a lantern they dimmed, slid curtains of cloud lace,
wrapped in a blanket of stars, slept in a shroud of embrace.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:52 AM UTC
let's sit till the stars, and when they,
would bloom in the sky, I might say -
the amber of maple, filled the sky fore my sight,
the ember sun of dusk, kissed the crimson sea fore night,
sky as a lantern they dimmed, slid curtains of cloud lace,
wrapped in a blanket of stars, slept in a shroud of embrace.
