A Song (publ. 2024-11-17)

golden strings on glimmering frame

each line a shining column

light as air, yet bright and fair

depths that none can fathom

bright star, bright star

you burn the eye

and every color of the bow

is captured in your flaming glow

he plucked the chord

the notes were heard

strong and crisp across the sky

the heavens felt

the chord he dealt

the shock sent them to shimmering

they answered back

planets in their orbits old

fields that glittered blue and cold

both orb and light, friend called to friend

each hummed a note, his voice to lend

'til all was music

throbbing, ringing

the sacred hymn

they all were singing

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