(As Published in Silhouettes of Stardust)
There is a wisdom in foolishness.
Seeing the moon set
in the darkness,
fingers tracing constellations
in the freckles on my skin.
There is a wisdom in recklessness.
Leaping into open space
without thought of landing.
Clinging to you
as time rushes in my ears.
There is a wisdom in piercing starlight.
Short summer nights
and fleeting kisses,
fingers tracing constellations
In the freckles on my skin.
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