nights curtain finally falls,
dayZzzzzzzz...z
... are endless right now,
thankfully yeah,
so near to my sweet solstice,
my Cancer moon
FULL approaching,
now beckoning thought,
to a Gypsy summer,
Grandmother too,
as I gaze upward,
at spectacular urgings of dreams,
in light form,
an ancient an curs-ED reminders
that shine a path,
hope in refractions of tomorrow,
combined with my melancholy yesterday
beautifully written sky poetry,
Grandmother said,
"Those are luminescent possibilities angel,
called stars-
so when I die -look there."
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
nights curtain finally falls,
dayZzzzzzzz...z
... are endless right now,
thankfully yeah,
so near to my sweet solstice,
my Cancer moon
FULL approaching,
now beckoning thought,
to a Gypsy summer,
Grandmother too,
as I gaze upward,
at spectacular urgings of dreams,
in light form,
an ancient an curs-ED reminders
that shine a path,
hope in refractions of tomorrow,
combined with my melancholy yesterday
beautifully written sky poetry,
Grandmother said,
"Those are luminescent possibilities angel,
called stars-
so when I die -look there."
