A Hundred Times

Once the sun has risen a hundred times.

I start to wander this melody made in clouds.

Down far from wandering, and thoughtfully above all else.

Once the moon has risen a hundred times.

I go to places I have never seen before.

Made in the constellations of rising dreams.

Once the stars have risen a hundred times.

Everything else is simply forgotten.

For it is this wide-spread seizure of beauty that captures all.

It is the spirals of stars that have healed my cancer.

The Unsigned Writer