In the nights of the gibbous moon,
Laying awake under cool sheets,
I gaze out the skylight
And see a star man.
The constellation, Orion with his sword,
Stands tall to protect his Cassiopeia.
Emptiness as I turn left
An image emerges.
Constellations are constant
Under the gibbous moon.
You are a mirage, until
You return.
Copyright Denise A White
Laying awake under cool sheets,
I gaze out the skylight
And see a star man.
The constellation, Orion with his sword,
Stands tall to protect his Cassiopeia.
Emptiness as I turn left
An image emerges.
Constellations are constant
Under the gibbous moon.
You are a mirage, until
You return.
Copyright Denise A White
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