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The Stars Kisseth Goodnight...

In distant slumbers, I ponder my own death,

In feared disarray, I long for beauty in breath,

To hover above life, spitting teeth one by one,

Drunk in sleep, feathered dreams in bird song,


Butterflies flutter among the birth of day,


Sun breaks a yawn of human release,


Wind Strokes the cheek of a smile in pain,


Droplets give the hint of a showered breeze.

I cry, tired and restless, pillow turns into motionless river,

I try, yet feeling helpless, treading liquid from gold to silver,

Darkness looms, a traveller in hazed sleepless plight,

As the moon sings to my wondering soul, the stars kisseth goodnight...

©️ Wayne Stubbs.


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