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


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