nimbus nebula,

ephemeral tendrils,

brush cirrus loose

beneath a smudged moon.

stars unveil sequins hail,

and i soothe the indigo trails

that streak to ground,

as compressions resound

on harvested winds

twirled around

the fingers of the emotive.


for sorrow,

for longing,

for morrow sinks below,

the gray withered day

as i inhale the celestial foray

letting it play in my veins.

with the gasp of your name,

the unknown tone

drones on the horizon

as it goes down in the sight

of the penetrable night.


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting: “Every Single Night” by Dorina Costras

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