Oh, flowering night sky,
I watch
you bloom star petals!
Opening wide, twinkle light;
over hills and valley below
I draw you, close.
Your mysteries engulf
me, I dare not tell all.
Though you, of ancient wander aire,
need set your stories free.
You feel, you long to breathe your tales, yet
what urgency lies herenow?
You perch in the heavens, all eternity;
what makes it must be now?
“No other wondertime exists;
not one more perfect time!”
Ringing out, your celestial song of hope!
I dash !
catching stardust through my fingers
L.S. 1/29/22
laurie sliben, writer 