I live and love through the magic of boreal nights.
“Simmer Dim”, “simmerdim”, summer night without black, milky flow of our stellar clefs pinned for our eyes,
hearts & reason,
In absence of low cloud cover, we unveil ourselves to the magic
of true blue –
the distant obscure
sun to remind us
we may begin to slide off
still obey to fire.
Our homeworld shines
amid a curtain of indelible stars.