The stars dream:
incandescent longings
spinning the threads of night
in a flurry of unseemly delight.
In the silent hours
in the doorways 'tween the worlds
in the endless frozen stillness
delineating dawn from dusk --
The padded footsteps flutter.
The moon-limned fur-lined streaks.
The secret heartbeats patter
As nocturnal denizens meet.
And golden glowing orbs
mini moons in each sly eye
slip through star-dreams and through star-light
like a star's elusive sigh.
