one starry night

a field of starlight
spans the sky
it reaches, it breeches;
expands before my eyes.
a love-lit blanket,
cold though aglow
it hightens, it brightens,
and hangs like the snow.
a twinkling mural,
of unconstructed form.
so silent, so quiet -
the cold leaves me warm.

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