Cascading Melody

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Written by Morgan

Spinning cosmos

Cross the Skies that Rain Starlight,

Dripping Moonbeams Upon my Door,

Casting Shadows, Ethereal Bright,

Tides Endlessly Caressing the Distant Shore.

Waking Hours Find me Dreaming,

Upon my Pillow I Cheat the Sun,

Drifting like a Comet Beaming,

Flying where No Others run.

Cascading Melodies Pour from the Sky,

Dispensing Logic into the Fray,

Silence Echoes, Soliciting Why?,

Spinning Eternity, Day by Day.

~Morgan~
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9 Comments

    1. Thank You So Very Much 🙂 It means a great deal to me to know that my poetry touches hearts (and maybe minds 😉 ) Very Much Appreciated.

      Blessings and Peace~

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  3. I always go a bit weak at the knees when anyone writes about space… there is something so mysterious and beautiful about it…it’s like my book shelves but really really big with coloured dust, not just the dull grey dust that I have…I need to clean up.

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    1. OH Ste J, You always bring a Smile to me 🙂 Coloured Dust is truly a magnificent way to view the Cosmos. Yes, I agree, I have always had a love affair for anything in the vast, astonishing Heavens. And now, with the amazing telescopes bringing us colourful views of that cosmos….yes, weak in the knees is a great way to phrase it 🙂

      Thanks Ever So~
      Blessings and Peace~

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