When the sun is down and out for hours
And the blanket of night covers – don’t cower!
Look up, observe, like illuminated flowers,
Pouring like rain, it’s a comet shower.
They shoot and dart like a canine lick,
Aside symphonic cricket-y click.
Magnificent space makes me giddy and sick,
But a speck beneath the palatial cosmic.
Everywhere, up! Constellations to see
On a canvas of sky nocturnally.
Spin and glide in a meteor dream.
Driftwood in the sea, float through galaxy.
Published by P. S. Clinen
Official website of Australian author, artist and musician, P.S.Clinen. He has published two novels - Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp, as well as the illustrated poem A Boy Named Art. His most recent release is a poetry collection Vignettes - An Anthology. All of his works are available to purchase on Amazon. He has several albums available on Bandcamp and other streaming services. Check back often for more by this author, including poetry, short stories, new music and other updates.
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