Gifted stars, dirt, and raindrops
A trio of plenty
To create my world
I’d map mythical beasts with your stars
That would bathe the dirt in nurturing
starlight
Feeding, tilling until it was ripened soil
Your raindrops, a rhythm of encouragement
Coaxing green life
Blooming a lush bed of violets
Regal in white, purple, blue
Modesty etched in a skyward angle
Soft five-pointed countenances
Smiling, beckoning to me with an innocence
that speaks to my heart
I’d lie within the happiness
Bare feet and fingers mingling
Becoming one
As I’d look to your stars
Hovering, protective and inspiring
Telling me tales of air, land, sea
As I drift
Disappear
E.A. O'Connell
E.A. O'Connell
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