Falling Stars

Gray mist settles upon the day, a veil of clarity

Feeding the heavy scent of life in wet earth

Mist and mud awaken sun parched clay and soiled spirit

Damp earth and dead leaves sink under foot

We drink, the trees and I, and revel in cool redemption


The night, though, is clear and dark

My lucid haze gone

Shadow barren limbs stretch and twist

Exposed, cold wind ferries a cruel, drenching sting as

Petrified tears shatter a thousand year silence,

Stars falling from grace 


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