It's Still Life

I.
My eyes wouldn’t sleep.
I look out the window,
a million miles into the sky,
and I see tomorrow.

II.
It’s a flute’s cold sparkling note
floating grey-veiled over stars.
It’s an unheard voice
like a feathered breath.

III.
Rising moon, rising
clear and shiny as an eye.
Rising like a young child.

IV.
Draw me stars, words flung
to catch a star whose point
pierces the clouds, only to be
lost in the cold depths of sea.

V.
As night dew turned mist
and silent hours flashed its stars,
I saw a white horse on the hill.

A not quite perfect Cadralor form poem. AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.