"her constellations" 

 

Her constellations are bite-sized galaxies of feeling,  

each cluster a starfield guiding fingertips  

across cool stone beneath the rush of night air.  

 

“Lantern in the fog” becomes Polaris—  

steady beacon anchoring a mind adrift  

amid distant buzzle of restless streets.  

 

Swipe, scroll, tap—  

three morning prayers in digital chord,  

mapping the relentless chase

of dawnless days and restless nights.  

 

At midnight’s zenith we stood on our rooftop,  

your palm warm against the granite ledge,  

our breaths mingling like twin dawns.  

 

High peaks glint in verse, oceans breathe in meter—  

the Pleiades’ glimmer beckoning us  

toward wonder’s uncharted edge.  

 

Ellipses wink like shooting stars—  

each pause a promise of light  

yet to be revealed—  

and dashes carve pathways through silent skies.  

 

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Together, they form a sky-born invitation:  

a living map of longing and awakening  

where every reader discovers their own  

horizons waiting to be explored.  

 

 

 

 

 

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