Granny says when you look to the night sky
You are seeing your soul naked and burning
Phosphorescent footprints of your journey
How can I tell you that I’ve discovered
loneliness entombed in the cramped ravines
of a city filled with unsung people
I am lost without the Seven Sisters
Or the full moon luminous and perfect
behind trees outside my bedroom window
Skeletal dances ending winter’s cold
I’ve lived a thousand lives watching shooting stars
blast across waters stilled with reverence
I’ve tied my prayers to a meteor
for the grace to heal my life in stories

Monica Charles

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