Arcturus
A costumed pronouncement of we
hungers a feeding of dreams and enchantment.
The meadow’s dew is pulled up
And glows of amber and mustard
fading chatter in the grooves of the woodwork-
Chamber trails.
Blue eyes in my arms
peer out to capture the amplified pulse of Arcturus.
-Sonja 9-9-03
A costumed pronouncement of we
hungers a feeding of dreams and enchantment.
The meadow’s dew is pulled up
And glows of amber and mustard
fading chatter in the grooves of the woodwork-
Chamber trails.
Blue eyes in my arms
peer out to capture the amplified pulse of Arcturus.
-Sonja 9-9-03
