A Meeting of Minds

In the silence of this crystal night shimmering, entombed in light, we'll tippy toe on the stars Moving in a universe the tips of our fingers write poems in stardust as we shift the dust of time being graced in part, a poets Valhalla Fishing in the black holes pulling the next dimension through, meeting minds from the center of the think they ripple with the solar winds ghosts of the eternal flame Lavender light shaves the moon sheets of light trickle in mirrors imagination is reborn again and again