Stars are Writing Poetry 

by Michael Guinn


Dark skies become nightshade for the hunted 
And I cry the milky-way. 

The stars are writing poetry again 
And I, a moon-child, must listen to words 
woven by time. 

Big words in bold borealis
scream out epiphany in streams as they race 
across galaxies of discontent.

Meaningless tear-prints that leave trails of 
stardust and sadness, deep, dark, damned 
where there is so much space that even the 
echoes are afraid to venture . . . . 
But still . . . . the stars are writing poetry and I
moon-child must listen with my soul

				
				
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