Mouth full of stars

  
Cotton caught on wind

Covering skin

Two palms cup

The Big Dipper

Drinks from within

Swallows constellations

Fire burns behind the eyes

Captured reflections

On dusk intentions

An essence it brings

A mouth full of sunrise

Dawn breaks

The moon dies

To allow the day to breathe

While constellations sleep

Her dreams, she reaps

@inkwellwriter5

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5 thoughts on “Mouth full of stars

  1. Know what, once in New Zealand, I was at this heavenly place underneath the earth’s crust which was home to billion fire flies. It was more beautiful than even the night sky! I wish to see that at least once more in my lifetime! Everyone should see it at least once!

    Great poem, kicked in old memories!

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