Your bodies they entrance me
Reveling in your reflection back to me
Waiting to be washed in silvery light
But only in small amounts flickering
From the distance that I cannot count
Be your many and varied kind
I wish upon you my hopes and dreams for a better tomorrow
I sleep all the better at night watching the heavens 'til my eyes drop closed
With visions of you shining in my mind...
Stars
Melanie Davis - 6/11/2015
Art by William Shackleton, The Polar Star, 1920
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