Loom of Stars

Loom of Stars

Pleased, we lie
observing the end of days.

We watch the stars fail and fall,
the sky a loom of golden threads–

some watery, fading,
some just starting their bright descent.

Your face is lit
as if by fireworks, suspended.

You smile at me.
Your blue eyes swim.

– Teresa Kiplinger

See the ring I created
 that was inspired by this poem.

Photo: Fernando Rodrigues via Unsplash

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