Meeting You Was A Birth Poem by Patti Masterman

Meeting You Was A Birth



Meeting you was a birth:
A membrane was moved aside,
Amid fleeting showers of starfall,
Ranging comets round the moon's face,
A cosmic wind tearing Aurora's veil.

Clinging to the wake of heavenly bodies:
An eclipse in darkness,
An opening to light,
A diving into deepness,
A deepening of sight.

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