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The Starry Dream MAG

March 27, 2016
By Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"..though warm as summer it was fresh as spring." (Thomas Hardy) ("Far from the Madding crowd")

She looks askance at the lowly river, the stars reflected violently in its glassy image.
A dancing diamond row of spades, a thousand tiny heartbeats;
A braid.

A face gazes incessantly into the rage
of the blood red sky
A dirty blonde tendril of hair, a swollen red lip,
a kiss like
Little lips
Scattered as freckles against a snub nose.

She breathes in the lily white mist
and the roaming air and invincible stars
And for a moment she is cloaked, powerful, incredible, a vision:
A starry-eyed being, lit to life amongst
the beautiful things and the gentle humming
of nature’s drums.
I am a beauty, an artwork, a masterpiece
She sings in her bird-like thrill
Like the call of a wild swan.

Hesitant, passive, she dances on the icy tiptoes
of the meadow-green surface
And whispers:
I am mistress of this minute land;
My island, my treasure, my pleasure, my cake.

And so the starry woman blinks her flashing eyes,
Takes a breath, begins to dive
And searches amongst the weeds and the rotting green lake;
For those stars
That ripple into broken hearts like a pained ache.

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