Galaxy of Poetry

They say it was  
written in the stars
I say I want to  
write with them
I want to fly up  
on my magic carpet of  
shimmering garnets
submerge my
vial of fingertips
with their
luminous essence
and write upon a  
page of onyx so  
smooth and black
my fingers just  
glide along for  
an imprinted ride  
infinite black slate  
each seared poem a  
glimmering fingerprint  
a dot of time  
creating lines  
and roadmaps  
captured destinations
living liquid flotations  
my space constellations
that won't dry or fade
but never to be lost
in its beauty
I will always find  
my way back home
to my mother earth
where I will  
spread my seeds  
of ashen bone
nourishing a  
flourishing of  
lush rich grass  
a strong foundation
for my future  
dynasty generations
to gaze upon and read  
my Galaxy of Poetry