My Star
by Marina Gipps

My lucky star,
a gaseous crumb of Andromeda
online birthday purchase,
my star,
a little crumb
not worthy of
mythology
light years old,
my star,
out of momentum,
plotted wish
dissipating into gazing
history,
my star,
imploding path
on a dark sky,
wishing upwards
upon nothing
to the naked eye
nor soul, choreographing
a brighter vortex,
my star,
to shine alone
as stargazing
undertakers
hustle
into a crowded
planetarium
of lunacy
knowing no one
is far from
the planet of sleep.

Winter is now officially over as we cross the threshold into the new Spring.  Today is also Ms. Gipps birthday and if you could be so generous and kind as to like her Facebook page I'm sure Marina would appreciate the birthday gift of your like.  To "like" Marina's FB page  click here.  ƸӜƷ  Thank you!

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley