the sky as open as my heart. the stars: holy diamonds where my soul splits apart at these glittering peaks. my mouth is silent, while my revery speaks, an inter-galactic tongue of dust and decay, on cloudless nights and starry days. voiceless, the sage is still. wordless, a vacant thrill. in earth & space with stars freckling my face, beaming onto the iris in my eyes with whispers of the desert skies.
May 17, 2018