Constellated




One late summer evening,
under the criss-cross canopy of fern green branches,
we were celebrating nothing and everything.
A soft, lovely night for being alive.
A night for singing, so we sang.
Soon, the crickets and toads joined in with their chirruping chorus.
Great love within us, reckless and wild.
A daring grew, inherited from the moon.
Taking in all the light.
Eternity was made for the stars,
yet, tonight was made for us.
      
                                                 
                                                                                                     T. Liptak

8 comments:

  1. Oh this is a wonderful mystery... reminds me of nights I spent camping in Arizona woodlands many years ago.

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  2. Eternity was made for the stars,
    yet, tonight was made for us.

    This is beautiful..!!

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  3. Luv the idea of that celebration

    Much love..

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  4. You create just the perfect mood for this description.

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  5. And then what happened?! Ah, the daring...

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  6. we were celebrating nothing and everything.
    A soft, lovely night for being alive

    It is a nice feeling to be having fun in a starry night. Without a care in the world one shares the blessings together with sounds of the little creatures. Wonderful lines Teri!

    Hank

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