A desire
for a star

no longer


on the horizons…

like how the
flowers close
bitten petals,
one by one

in the moonlight’s glow.

in the cold morning –

the salt sting
waking tongues,

once dormant colours
to life.

Hands clasped

the mist shrouds
the mountains

as a newborn’s
bare head
is struck
by the sun.

© Zelda Reville

This was originally part of a scrap about the word ‘deciderate‘ buried in my notes for some time – I distinctly recall an article about constellations and this word was huddling amidst kooky constellation names. It sounded really pretty so…being true to form, I saved it for a rainy day 😄



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