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Oh, phosphorescent night;
a gift from the sea
that glides us on foam

reflection of light
moon’s mouth; dripping in
ribbons of glass thread

woven into rope; swaying
we chime at high decibels
ascending; arced

luminaire pulls; bound
by silvered sand
stitched with a hard swallow

breaking shards carry us toward eternity
I sink into your hard night
inhaling stars; we become aurora borealis

the composition of colour;
we ride against light
and the sound of forever; luminescent

For Open Link Night #29: dVerse Poet’s Pub at www.dversepoets.com