calibrating the waking

In the warmth of moon's pale reflections
I gather stars in my night
Sipping midnight dew ambrosial
I sleep
Sleep awakens my dreams
In monochrome of sepia
Perceptions hue thought transitions
Weaving a tapestry of a thousand suns
Calibrating the waking

Sky whispers
On calathea breath
Butterflies dance
On a sunshine lattice
Birds dash through
Quivering sunrays
Nectar scents bloom

My ink follows
birth of
the milky way...

56 thoughts on “calibrating the waking

  1. Wonderfully scribed and the little last but not the least verse kinda caught my attention. β€œMy ink follows the birth of milky way” that’s you leaving impact for eternity; Our writings will live forever…

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  2. you embrace narration in poetry so well. have come close to something well written.
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    “In the warmth of moon’s pale reflections I gather stars in my night Sipping midnight dew ambrosial I sleep Sleep awakens my dreams In monochrome of sepia”

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