Sacred is a circle,

Blessed is the moon,

Enduring are the stars,

Twinkling in thy eye of eternity.


Gather together the corners of colors

Into your satchel

And I will ready this parcel for post.


When it finds land, as it always does,

Promise me you will plant it

And saturate it with the rivers melodies

Just like we always dreamed we would do.


Unkind clocks

Slipping feet in soft sand, a perplexing paradox,

I never knew,

I would never know,

I already knew

fighting and finding trust

From stardust to stardust.






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