Blazing Stardust

The river of turquoise canters and springs;

Rocks; now mossy, rounded; battles the current and clings;

Lilac and lavender upon the embankment;

Speckled by olive shrubs bent.

Mist of the late-night curls around each hill stone-strewn;

Like puddles of the sea swirling about fair, sandy feet near a dune;

Trilling whispers of the brook mingle with the hazy-grey song;

Sighs of the purple overgrowth drawn out long.

The stars at unrest;

White, blue, red; they form an empyrean crest;

Mirroring the rill below;

The indigo waters of the sky are marred by a violet boat aglow.

Bursting with silver, the drifting orbs blind;

The foggy clouds, the wispy ocean, tendrils of nebulae bind;

A ballet of comets, meteors on board;

The celestial eve of celebration soared.

They are forbidden to touch;

The ripples of the airy and earthy shores much;

Yet, a clear reflection through a blur;

Blazing stardust, the chauffeur.