Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Morning Star


Bright star
Bringer of hope
We’ve made it
Through another night
Suspended between the
In between
The velvet dark and
Crimson smudge 

Morning courier of love
Brilliant in bright assurance
Hope’s daily resurrection
We are not alone
The mornings cool hesitant kiss
Taste of golden foreplay amongst
The shadows of ourselves
Lengthening into afternoon shade

Lucifer glints in laughter
As Apollo winks awake
Content to leave us
Discontented
Tempted to believe
We’re separated and detached
When in reality
We are the stuff of stars.


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