The strings of stars descend from

higher heavens where daydreams begin

and eyes are quenched with cool water

while songs sing of the forgets.


The black sphere above us holds the end

of something far greater than imagination;

wild orchids become lost on the canvas of

celestial darkness.


Gardens below sleep, breathing under closed petals.

Weeping stems lay to the side.

The arriving journey of the sun is nearby.



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