of stars falling from the sky,
silver streaks on a black ceiling
appearing and disappearing.
Hours before sunrise, miles from the lights
of the city, we stand in an open field
circling in place to see them
fall, trailing their brightness.
We drive home over gravel roads
treading fallen stars underfoot,
the pink hue of the sky marking the end of
a night I will not live to see again.
What if all things this beautiful,
this marvelous, happen while we sleep?
4 comments:
This is brillant!
Why is it the most beautiful things happen at night, maybe this is why I don't seem to sleep alot..
there is way too much see and feel at night
This is what makes my insomnia...stuff like this going through my head. I think of my favorite places, like a good coffee house, and what it looks like at 3 am.
OOoooOOh, this one made me frown at the end and say the above "OOoooOOh" in one of those bummer, "aw, whatta shame!" tones.
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