A Cold Night

Perseid-night-sky

A cold night.
Stars frigid with
An air of despair.

Luminously teeming,
Black sparkling rain
Or falling tears.

Falling love
and falling lives,
cold night indeed.

In such vast silence,
voices still whisper,
What may come,

THEY are to come,
Whispered low
Barely perceptible

Hosts of stars
And voices
Tingling glow,

So many cosmic
Sojourners.

Blunder methinks.
Beyond this box
Of battles.

What fear teaches,
Despair steals.
To wit.

Imagine them, come
Though.
Hello!

To which they smile.
Despair, nor tears.
Not even cold.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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