Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Star Dust

night tides of stardust
ebb and swirl___
sparkling messengers
some born of the sky
some sway with the earth's rhythm, the sea
listen, chimes ring out
she approaches,chime,the hour is near
she brings the eve time
with great swooping dark wings
the beating of those powerful wings
match the beating of my soul
her wings open and covers all in dreams


Angelynn said...

Awesome poem! Perfect picture for it... I have that painting hanging over the fireplace in my living room. I LOVE that painting...and her black wings.

Tumblewords: said...

a strong piece - love the imagery and the imagination...the feel of the beating wings.