Clifton Hill.

The glowing specks
of conversations
mapped out in the sky
new constellations
as we lay and the silence,
twixt stories just told,
hung thick in the air
as the cosmos of old.

Fireworks sparked
as the dust between stars
caressed a vast sky
between Venus, and Mars
while celestial beings
veiled by human frames
trod lightly in whispers
again, and again.

The fates and the Gods,
could not know at best
what gravitational pull
had drawn East toward West
but the planets looked on

with their gossipy moons,

as two nervous cherubs,

in their hearts, made room.

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