The night

But oh the stars

*

and arms

of ocean

the hill side of shoulder

the jaw of ridge

The mouth of river

it's silver strands of flow

*

But oh the stars

*

the wave of curling waist

the fire in the center

deep flames breathing

the red

ridge of tree burning

thoughts chasing clouds

the flow of wind whisper

*

But oh the stars

*

cloud masking the eye of the moon

shadows casting on the cheek of the earth

the moss

underfoot

the changing of the distance from warmth

the season of life

*

But oh the stars