'dromeda

‘dromeda

Softly, over, star,
You seer of softest screech,
Your voice, a sudden crack,
The sky in reverberation.

Envelop, o crown
Of shadows encompassing,
With these we’ll count the end
Of remembering.

Softly, easy, hands,
Your servant waits caress,
The humble soil once-kissed
By edges of your skirt.

Gently, lightly, queen,
Meet me, stellar regent,
Scepter ready-over-red,
Tiptoes softly fade.

Softly, over, star,
Mine, when one is far;
Existences for such,
Need not be near to touch.

— A. P.

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