Softly, over, star,
You seer of softest screech,
Your voice, a sudden crack,
The sky in reverberation.
Envelop, o crown
Of shadows encompassing,
With these we'll count the end
Of remembering.
Softly, easy, hands,
Your servant waits caress,
The humble soil once-kissed
By edges of your skirt.
Gently, lightly, queen,
Meet me, stellar regent,
Scepter ready-over-red,
Tiptoes softly fade.
Softly, over, star,
Mine, when one is far;
Existences for such,
Need not be near to touch.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
