I live in a shadow of doubt, a peace of mind, and the lone standing of quiet star gazing

The endless depths of supernova irises
Holding this fountain of youth
Like a feather
Or a waterfall
And we rise to the inevitable crossing streams
I am night-felt
Amber still
Under the sunless reverberations
And soundless autumn winds
That pull at me as I stand under every known constellation
Counting every star living in its own light

Reviews

[Jeff]

Great poem. I love the imagery.