Golden Stars


House of Heart

Capricious clouds billow then wilt

like airy sheers at an open window

whisked away into twilight.

Memories glide the corridors

of my mind, chronicles unnamed,

swept away like golden stars

on a rivers waves with no recall

of the scent of rain

or blossoms bursting in my chest

or a fire burning my tongue.

Inspired by “Stars on Water”
by Paul Militaru

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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