Dripping Silk across the Stars
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1 min readNov 12, 2018
The pine spits fog into the sky.
Into her mouth, an airplane flies.
A spider drips silk across the stars,
undulating a little with the rhythm
of the sitar.
The honeysuckle hedge,
has a little edge
tonight…
And, the moon…
she sings
she rings
she cries
she flies.
A veil shimmers before her eyes
and she blinks in surprise.
How rapidly time flies….
And those infinite knots,
tied by infinite hands
in infinite lands
all lead to another heaven….
where pines so old,
defy the cold
and spit that fog
into the wind
to see
what lies beyond….
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Poem and stories by Erika Burkhalter©, all rights reserved.
