SKYLITE

SKYLITE
The starlight through the ceiling slats
on a clear, cold mountain evening
overlooked by sleepers dreaming:
They dream bright darknesses calmly,
Always expecting life calmly.
The burning stars fire my dreaming;
Astronomical evening,
glow like firelight through wooden slats.

©LJ Grandstaff 1986


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