there are stars in her eyes
galaxies in her hair
entire universes in her mind
she's a celestial masterpiece
lost in the sky
night after night,
astronomers watch her move
her stars shift and change,
glittering through telescopes
a muse across millennia
YOU ARE READING
The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
