A Constellation Shaped Like...
by Tom Goss
A Constellation Shaped Like The Way A Mother Deer Tends Her Children
by an old soul's solitude
the crystalline matrix
of her heart's dusty corners
was born of jaded
molecules of hope.
I find her wandering in a forest of shadows,
the stillness of her slight movements conquers my essence
with the magical flourish of a night sky replete with stars.
As she purposefully walks over the edges of winter's frosty grip
each boot-step crunches through the silence like a fallen icicle;
as time splinters apart and begins to melt away
I become the fading echo of her voice,
sweetly clamoring towards the snowy treeline.
Posted on 08/15/2016
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