Everyday, Stars

I am alive
Those are the words of greatest comfort
When there are days ahead
Of quiet days in the sun spent with a good book
The hard cover and musk of pages digging
Like a spade to uproot the feelings of trouble
Which blossom like mushrooms after a rainstorm
Your smiling face and absent-minded foibles
Your ignorant cruelty but small kindnesses
The way you turn my fingers gingerly
Paint over the nails with the coral
Of faraway beaches and turquoise leanings
I look not too long into the future
Which like a winding staircase, poorly lit
Funnels up into a great blackness
But step slowly with the candle in my hand
A tiny illumination towards
What must be, a rooftop of evening stars

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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