Arriving too late
I did not see
the ten thousand stars
that fell before morning,
which always

Ubiquitous to the point of being forgotten (except by poets)
the stars burn at distances best

What I like about starlight is
It hurtled out of a cosmic furnace and
Flew through the trackless

The artichoke
has a luminous violet-blue halo

like a gas burner
in smouldering

How often we pull ourselves apart;
these broken bodies of pianos,
these
music box

Genes glue the Garden of Eden together.
A story from nothing. Space.

Coagulating from unearthly

The feverish summer Moon
has slipped her luminous silver skin
to bathe –

there it rocks on the

In translucent blue earth,
weak evening starseed is scattered

by the lavender-gloved, invisible

Strobing morse across
the void, distant dots and dashes.
What message do they send?
That all love

The oily Holly drops scripted clots.
Drips encrypted globules,
on violated vellum, laid

It is the Moon’s word,
hung among whispering stars.

Luminous white root:
before dust, stone -

Your hands are stars.

Fulgent space molecules
fallen through the Universe for

Osteoporosis has stricken the elderly woman sunflower.

Her colossal rusting head-eye so

The sun drops behind the trees,
Wearing colors orange and gold.
I feel the coolness of the

fallen star
dies in blinding flash
inspiration

Your hands are stars.

Fulgent space molecules
fallen through the Universe for

An evening like this,
I could lift the floating Moon from water.
Hold the planet’s shivering

Sleeping in summer, the stars of winter night
Blaze with a cold clear blaze in his dull

I want to go with you to where
the stars live in the sky.
I want to stand with you
against the

Tonight I came with worry
in my eyes and life’s toll
in my tired embrace. I came
preoccupied,

The sky is just a streak of black,
no stars are looking down -
even the moon is out of sight
to

I went out for a walk under the moon
Strolling down the empty street
With my hands in my

Filling up night sky
ghosts circle around
eerie, voiceless, scary!
A cry from me for

Like a star you shine
bestowing your warmth and light
burning with passion
You are stardust

Where the sky
Is full of light
From stars that shine
Through the darkest night.
My love has

Starry Night, ( Thank you Vincent.)

Vincent Van Gogh shows us the stars,
for the sight of a

Don't be afraid of the dark
For the smallest twinkle and sparkle
Will glitter and glow
And find

Can you imagine the stars
without the vast backdrop
of deep black silence ?

A poet is willing

Are you afraid?
Just let your soul take flight
Take my hand
Forget your woes tonight

Look to

The Typewriter
2014

The only sound I hear is the sharp clicking of the keys
My cold fingers

I prefer values
I prefer to be gentle
I prefer rainy nights
I prefer love for love brings

There are a thousand stars embroidered into her sweater
Buttercups blooming from her

As the crossroad of twilight
enters the portal of night, feel
it caresses touches our

Sunset fires earth's cheek, a blush
less permanent than rose madder

giving way to deeper shades

Isn’t it good to know that everything follows the pattern?
That we are snug and secure in our

The moon is not as far as we are told;
The universe is not so very old.
The stars are not suns; –