Saturday, March 3, 2012

An old poem

I wrote this one a few years ago and rediscovered it tonight.

Birth of a Star
By Emily O'Malley

When a wish takes form
It breaks free and ascends
To the boundless cosmic expanse.
The hopeful seed nestles
Into a cloud
Until it rises from the haze and
Nourished by moon's milk
In a celestial garden.
The stars hang from their stems,
Waiting to be picked
By those who plant them.

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