The Morning Star

Bright star
Bringer of hope
We’ve made it
Through another night
Suspended between the
In between
The velvet dark and
Crimson smudge 
Morning courier of love
Brilliant in bright assurance
Hope’s daily resurrection
We are not alone
The mornings cool hesitant kiss
Taste of golden foreplay amongst
The shadows of ourselves
Lengthening into afternoon shade
Lucifer glints in laughter
As Apollo winks awake
Content to leave us
Tempted to believe
We’re separated and detached
When in reality
We are the stuff of stars.

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