Jun 2018
Rising, twisting flames,
Ruby golden against the shapeless night.
Bright enough to drown out the glitter of the stars,
Thrusting higher as they devour shadows.
They reach for their distant brethren.
Ruby golden against the shapeless night.
Bright enough to drown out the glitter of the stars,
Thrusting higher as they devour shadows.
They reach for their distant brethren.
I've gone through most of my poems at this point and I'm at the point where most of them need to be edited in some form, way or fashion. Sometimes entirely new poems come out of it, but sometimes it still carries with it that feeling of the older version.
