The cosmic hand,
its fingers tapping,
crack the smoky glass atmosphere
masking the evening sky,
allowing the infinite light of tales
mapped for gravity weighted eyes
to trace and read.
In the cold dark,
her body rocking
in an attempt to keep the frost from clinging,
she waits for his hand to write a new story
of stars running amok on life and love,
placing it within the shadow cast across her heart,
an ever burning force of faith and trust
in something greater than that which she has held
and that has held her.
E.A. O'Connell
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