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.

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful, amazing piece…

    Liked by 2 people

  2. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you so much. Appreciate you taking the time to read.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Beautiful words

    Liked by 1 person

  4. J. M. Lilin says:

    Thank you so much. I appreciate that.


  5. You’re very welcome

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Five-star: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

    Liked by 1 person

  7. J. M. Lilin says:

    Very much appreciated. 🌻


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