In response to Viewfromtheside’s weekly prompt.
If there was a way to touch the sky,
Those stars that shine so bright
From where I stand gazing
in rapt wonder, would their brilliance
hold once captured?
To walk a million lifetimes gone
beneath the light of the unknown
breathes magic into my day,
makes treading earth light, fantastic.
That light I see, I’ve been told,
does not exist; was extinguished eons
ago. Is nothing but a trick
of time and space.
I prefer to be bedazzled, to hear music
in the stars, to believe that winged horses
and star-crossed lovers live enchanted lives,
That for one brief and shining moment
So can I.
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