It’s dark outside and the stars are on the other side. Memory like dream prints on a wet sandy beach. Silent waves spill wet shadow pulling back into the ocean of memory. I know there are stars, galaxies shared by explorers. A haven, set an eye upon the telescope reflecting a distant memory. Light never sleeps it becomes settled in dreams illuminating with images mirrored. It is dark outside and there are stars on the other side. Dormant Crisp evening, past chorus of anima once instilled a voice to evening stars . My eye lids fall heavily into this capsule of night and breath in a cold front sailing the sky, spiraling from the top of this earth. My exhale takes my thoughts momentum of colours brushing. Light never dissipates it settles in dreams mirroring memory like stars on the other side of tonight, knowing there and galaxies like cosmic leaves riding a stream. As we are in between breaths held. There are stars on the other side. There are dreams made in the soul. Then there are nights when the blanket of night hushes the chorus, leaving self with memories .
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