Longlisted for the OSP Poetry Competition
Standing in the blue, violet-heaven
I watch the carnelian orb descend
then search for night shining clouds
until my thoughts rest upon a mountain
naming prairie flowers in the sky
Somewhere far past the sea grass
along harpers lane
this pens soliloquies
my hearts dew drops
are daisies dreaming
weaving lilac rhymes of love
Hold my hand
across the distance
let’s walk in bluebell woods
once again, we’re sapphires lifted
your noctilucence
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