she wears a dress of stars

up at midnight up at dawn
shift-wearing shape-shifting
through a night of dreams and
words that write themselves
on the chalkboard walls of
slumber

blue and gold are the colors
of anarchy (or valor)
i cannot tell one from
the other in this toned
down version

of sanity but i know where
my heart is always easy
to find that loud obnoxious
whisperer {not}

that there’s anything to
hide in this corner with
sunrise always there

out of sight
perhaps but never

out of mind

.
.
.
Linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets for Stream of Consciousness Writing, join us!

20 Responses to “she wears a dress of stars”

I cherish your comments...