Cosmos

A thousand million
Sparkling tinkling
Waltzing spirits

A never ending chorus
Of pebbles and waves

The zephyr’s blow
Over the Dolomites
Travel with softness

Glide with certainty, my
Migration has also begun

Freshwater havens
Islands of great lakes
Our futures forsaken

Cotton wool clouds
Around sky blue skies

Surrounded by silver tints
Above, a thousand million
Maybe a billion

Sparkling tinkling
Star bright illuminations

A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the Crossfire - Available from iTunes - see details by clicking on this text