Cigarette Stars ~*~*~*

A sighing sound late last night
Like uttering velvet, silken stringed wind
Playing at shadows on my antique windowpanes
Wrapping around my soul with crystalline crescendos
Like waterfalls indigo, like one never knows,

Shall she ever again
Light a cigarette with a star
Sliding into the rain
My wishful regret from afar

Like waterfalls indigo, like one never knows
Wrapping around my soul with crystalline crescendos
Playing at shadows on antique windowpanes
Like uttering velvet, silken stringed wind
A sighing sound late last night . . .




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Written on 2018-01-20 at 15:22

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Ann
I like the structure of this poem, the lines descend and unwind then curl up again disappearing as mysteriously as they arrive. A pleasure to read.
2018-01-23