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