I hope as I approach ancientness that I twist up perfectly and balanced. And I’ll probably need a little help standing. Thank you all for following the journey and commenting.
We are made of starstuff. I cannot dream without the motes of night They are engines of creation Stars upon stars Their twinkling inspires What do they whisper? A colorful band of adventurers on my journey Pointing all the ways Such perfect companions
Sit quiet with the stars tonight.
Reflection
A friend of mine husband died this week. I wrote this for her so she would find some peace maybe. I hope it worked.