Vision

Dreamscapes lap
against her comic heart.
The jester beating
to his own rhythm.

We were born
within this sepia night,
where stars nip at our ankles
and I turn to you in wonder.

“How is your will this evening?”

She burst
into ten million colliding stars.
Mother to a universe
which I solely occupy.

Yet, never alone,
was I.

  

  

Poem © Phen Weston 2015

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