2d • Poetry
Doves in Crooked Starlight
Crooked starlight bent into shapes,
sparkling eyes, from a distance as
tears from lonely travelers who’ve
trekked the constellations of
northern skies.
May the doves sound their cries
under the melancholy sky.
Can you reach up and touch the ice
cold waters, rippling with merfolk
from armada to archipelago, reefs
afloat on millennial seas.
Crooked starlight bent into shapes
we don’t often see, but resolve to
embrace the dark bright tears of
newly rekindled joy.
May the doves sound their cries
under the melancholy sky.
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Doves in Crooked Starlight
