A piece of the night sky, trapped, Upon his smallest, outward hand, A raven-wing of polished stone, A universe at his command.
Within its depths, a velvet void, Where distant galaxies once burned, Now captive, in a silver band, A cosmic secret, deeply interned.
No twinkling star, no moonbeam bright, Escaped its polished, somber face, Just endless dark, a quiet night, Confined within that tiny space.
And as he moved, a subtle gleam, A whisper of what once had been, A captured dream, a fading beam, The night sky’s sorrow, held within.
Pam Beach ‘Beyond the Blog’
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