Dots Of Stars Poem by Gert Diedericks

Dots of stars
tiny they seem to be
wiggled in the midst of being.

Ever bright twinkles grand
aloof speckled moons,
freckled and carved to orbit;
by light they're dimmed
by night they're illuminated
to ash-gray clouds in sight.

In silence,
all exist amid their
balance floating strides.
Enigmatic cord string flight
elastic reverberation;
energetically attuned inner core
strayed grains in tone
stemming march to fore.

Blooming void to speak
crooked sight implore;
surrendering believe
to ascended truths,
weight eradicated mass,
infused in an obelisk of stars.