A million mile tail.
Tracing an invisible line.
Tearing through dark matter.
Ice on fire scorching-nothing.
Screaming silent light.
Star drop forever falling.
Racing across the desert night.
The Bristlecone awaits the dawn.
Beautiful poem and loved the picture. The vivid imagery flowed off of you pen and into my imagination. Loved it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes...........this is the epitome of what we call a pure nature poem..........well-crafted..........you have chosen the best path to gild your poignant words.