I’ll shutter doors and windows tight
When winter skies are dark and grimy
And stars in sad retreat leave disenchanted city lights to fend their tense alone
And in my silent darkened room, I shall grasp, in wearied hands, a thousand dreamed-up golden strings each crowned in tiny stellar fires that dazzle-dance like mad balloons at far off Carnivàles
Then via a portal in my mind I’ll fondly free my lucent spray
Chanting as I watch it climb
‘Fly swift, soar high
Ablaze the sky
A-missioned
For now more than a sailor’s want
Forsaken dreamers need you’
(mish 2017)
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‘BEJEWELLED’ …original artwork by mish…