Golden Stars

House of Heart

Capricious clouds billow then wilt

like airy sheers at an open window

whisked away into twilight.

Memories glide the corridors

of my mind, chronicles unnamed,

swept away like golden stars

on a rivers waves with no recall

of the scent of rain

or blossoms bursting in my chest

or a fire burning my tongue.

Inspired by “Stars on Water”
by Paul Militaru

https://photopaulm.com/

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