uncommon nocturne

 Tonight the hovering aluminum moon

listens to your orbiting thoughts

the way you listened 

to canyon echoes

in childhood,

transfixed and entranced.

The North Star looks you in the eye

finding each of your thousand selves,

the hollowed and diverted

the hopeful and enriched,

as glorious as its own reflection.

The murmuring waves of midnight

are as familiar as your own 

undulating heartbeat.

The tide, as if it were

your last quiet breath

in the life before this one

when answers finally revealed

themselves and your spirit

soared back before time

diaphanous and undistilled,

a constellation of its own.

Comments

[Stephanie]

This poem mesmerizes me...you create the most lovely works of art! xoxo

[Elizabeth]

Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Breathing in the beauty.