Monday, September 16, 2013

My Bed

Under the furthest stars
Beneath the passing clouds
A bed for the weary
On a slippery slope
Sliding down into darkness
The lost things
Fall into the abyss
Beneath the heavenly display
They fall
Seeing the lights above
In majesty shine
The bed is firm
And the stars are mine
To play with in wonder
With a lens divine
To gaze
To ponder
The delicate design.


__Arches National Park, UT__


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