Constellations

When dims the day
And twilight moments dwindle
    The night is born of firstly shining three
    And three by three
                                              (Well, more or less)
                                                            Are many more such scattered
There’s none but I who sleepily is wakeful
    Keeping unundulating vigil
Then heaven’swool diffuses moon
        So splaying grayscale rainbows
    And I infer, through ceilingwhite
        The gathered skies of stars

With pistils drawn, the petals flutter open
    Of rosen lips and yearning toward dawn
As gargoyle with awakeliest awareness
    Guard I your dreamliest of veils
    And sleep for all its wiles has caught my notice,
        Been scorned by me for sake of shewhosmiles
    So though I rise again from my undreaming
        My gift has now been given one more time
    And suchlike rest will I hereeverafter
        For you endure I always
                                   And always skies of stars

Constellations

SinisterDexter

Belmont, United States

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Artist's Description

Critique and criticism welcomed. Oh, and a cultural caveat: in Hebrew tradition, the day is officially over (and the next day has begun) when three stars become visible in the sky.

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  • Melissa Vowell
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  • Natalie Perkins
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