Vespertine Dreams

Updated on April 1, 2017

The sun is descending
And the world is frozen for a moment
I’m the shrapnel of my comet
paused in minuscule motion
I lie in bed, dreaming
Golden dust streaming
from my serene fingertips
Grace my eyes
Fill my heart
I will trace the shape of you
with brilliant focus
A sunset in our names
We are floating in mid air
Our bodies in barycentric orbit
You mirror my smile
as I outline your lips with a few stars
I’m already missing your laugh
But it’s fallen dark outside
And the moment’s passed
I’m the shrapnel of my comet
Now hurtling to nowhere


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      Jamie Lee Hamann 11 months ago from Reno NV

      What great lines in this poem. Very memorable. Jamie