Andromedan,
Dark patch of sky
crystalline stars begin to die
a celestial birth begins it’s day
freedom’s fire,
lights sway
paths of silk, fleeing from horses 
dust, we pattern the weaving of our dreams
fingers nimble, and a souring
of tender fruit,
don’t tire
just touch my hair
look into the crescents of my eyes
flecks of forever, flecks of eternity
soft passion, maybe it’s meant to be
dance on the rivers of the skies
as this one last star ..
dies
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afterword: I just wrote this poem now. (sorry thats not alot of afterword!) LOVE<3
—Starflowerwoman XOXO
