Sitting by ornate-iron table
In the owl-light garden;
Head full of distances,
Eyes full of sky.
This is wide and gentle night,
Patient slices of thick buttered
Chocolate darkness between
Summer-wheeling diadem stars:
Escape into precious
Tiptoe, – daggerbridge territories
Between lives.
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Gunn4
Beautiful imagery.
Many thanks.
Just some rearranged thoughts that planted themselves when I was looking for the Perseids
https://beeseeker.wordpress.com/2015/08/17/the-swift-tuttle-debris-show/
Glad you liked it.