Bathing in stars
Sparkling fireflies of the night,
With a penchant mystery for echoing lit solitude.
The secrets of the star with undetermined energy,
Speaks of their astrological jargon repeated in the travel of time.
Earth dwellers ride the twinkles in foggy eyes seeking truths.
A sign perhaps eloquently diluted of its meaning over time.
I sent a muse to the seductive moon who roams to the twist of madness,
Stirred in a basket of thoughts confined,
Static, in the symphony of the sky.
I wrote a message within a message which twinkled up the sky.
I ate into grief momentarily to banish and essence.
If I could unshackle myself from this prison,
I would take wing yesterday and bathe with the stars.