It's Still Life

I Saw No Christmas Star Last Night

because city light breathes
        and sighs
        a gloomy gasp,
        like dogs barking at
        quicksilver across the sky, and

the moon grows fat, a hanging light
        that shines the sky
        and dims the stars,

and I follow, falling into those open folds,
        holding morning in a pasted sky

show the way, starlight divine,
        align your shining amber
        bright honey across my eyes 

for Sunday Whirl #487   © Misky 2020,
image from unSplash, public domain.

This week’s words are: light breathe
follow gasp bark shine morning paste
show open sigh divine