by Thomas Davis
We strung along a priceless string of stars
And made the moon a pendant just to show.
I cut the night into a dress, the bars
Of moonlight setting stars and dress aglow.
You laughed with love deep in your doe-brown eyes.
You swirled the universe upon your hem.
As dizzy as a lover filled with love’s first lies,
I watched your eyes grow dazzled by your gems.
Then, with a shrug, your dress fell to the ground.
The night became a puddle at your feet.
Stars glistened in a heap, their skies cut down.
The moon gleamed silver-cold without your heat.
We swirled together deep into the night,
Our years illuminated, blazing light.
fourwindowspress 
Beautiful!
Wow Tom, a beautiful love song! “The night became a puddle at your feet” – gorgeous!
Reblogged this on Ben Naga and commented:
This seemed a perfect a perfect posting for Valentine’s Day.
Too perfect not to take the liberty of reposting it so that more yay enjoy its beauty.
These lines of your, Thomas, bring the lovers of Marc Chagall’s paintings floating into my mind. They have the same tone and beauty. I expect to see the moon as well as stars.
Beautiful…especially when the dress falls to the ground, and thereafter. Quite a love song.
A rich and moving poem, Tom, with love and tenderness shining out from every line. Wonderful imagery: to take such familiar tropes as the moon and stars and create something so vivid, original and powerful is the mark of a true poet in full flight. Thank you for sharing this with us. N.
Thomas, so many evocative, beautiful images. I especially like:
“You swirled the universe upon your hem.”
A tender love poem! …(sigh….!)
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