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…