Beneath this jeweled infinity,
these gems breathe eons—
a vast, star-stitched tapestry
unfurls its radiance in poetry.
A river of fire scorches the dark,
amber veins do dream,
as if creation yells from whispers
in its earliest confessional vow.
Violet mist rises in astonishment,
curls through forgotten thoughts
trying to recall its birthlight,
its silent becoming.
Far below this trembling blaze,
the horizon lights its lantern—
a thinning ribbon of dawn
caught between wonder and doubt.
Here, in this cosmic solitude,
I keep my heart in silence,
learning how even starlight
loves to wander while it shines.







hello beautiful poetess a very heavenly verse ❤️ I was enamored…
Even starlight loves to wander as it shines. Beautiful piece
Beautifully penned, S. Lovely write my friend with spectacular imagery. Appreciate you.
Damian
Oh wow…I have no words sufficient to place here…