My aureate arms

dance towards the seraphic night,

they’re illuminated by the blazing

    *  *.   . * stars *.   *   . *

who shimmer and shine with resplendent light.

I land on one,

its fuzzy glow enveloping my skin,

a warmth deeper than fire’s breath,

tenderly turning my melted soul—

from the tortured tips of my toes

to my aching whole.

Life is so serene,

when I

_ drift_ away from it.

Young blanketed night cradles me with love and might and the stars’ lullabies sing a soft kiss, whispering in dreams, a soothing bedtime milk.

With gentle susurrations, I close my eyes. I… Cl… close… my… . . . . drifting. . . eyes…