is a cold kiss,
a frozen
sheet of stars,
the silver sun
spread thin
as a whisper It is the heart
of silence,
of patience,
of wishes
waiting
for their star It is the icy blue
between the moon
and heaven,
the quiet afternoon
and barren ocean
stretches
where everything
is waiting, where everything
is turning
toward the quiet
of midnight
when you can hear
the earth
breathe © Jacqueline Ann 2023