the quiet sound of crying
in a morning filled with light
even the stars
were off kilter
last night
orion laying low
on the horizon
the southern cross
trying to kiss
cassiopeia
.
my feet were on the ground
but my heart kept floating
.
ursa major
poised to capture
every tear
.
.
.
November 18th, 2015 at 4:59 pm
Oh, this just tears at my heart. Very evocative and doleful, excellent.
November 23rd, 2015 at 9:36 pm
Your writing is so beautiful and magical!
Victoria Chronicles of a Mermaid