Falling through the sky, in scintillation, refracted starlight strikes a random eye. Transiting in timeless propagation, an instant, just, to cast its beauty by. Anon, it flew galactic arms to die, down ancient paths of stasis from afar, imperfect, insubstantial as a sigh, yet perfect in the wonder that we are, a twinkle in our eye, allowed to touch a star. © 2006 W.D.Neighbors |
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12/26/2006
To Touch a Star
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