Dragonfly

January 26th, 2019 § 0 comments

Credit: NASA, ESA, and P. van Dokkum (Yale University)

The frame of ghostly light within
Glowing, dark and cold
Sights its lonely, now begin,
Re-balanced, through its fold:

Our found, unnerved, deserted space
From sunken graves reborn
Sounds it’s brazen, silent chase
Through resplendent, scowls of scorn:

Of onward, slight, in downward cross
Unleashed, to fling its fight
Dons it’s shadow, echo loss
To a once, remembered light.

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Hat Tip: “The House of Ghosts” – Margaret Widdemer

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