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.