First posted on medium 09/05/2022

A Poem

Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

Sunlight never

touches this

hillside, no light

severs this winding

dream from 

endless night.

Rather, those blue-green

ships fly so silently.

Rather, those crimson

branches glow brightly.

Rather, those silver-bar

sand dunes gleam white,

under those stars that

never set over black

ridges in my mind.