Arcturus

The night rises under the watchful eye of Arcturus.

Sentinel in the sky
minding sweet Horizon as she dares to welcome the gathering darkness.
She has kissed the sun to sleep
and now
she beckons the moon to play and dance
to paint the night sky with silver memories
of a day
never to be seen again.

Dear Horizon,
flirting with impermanence.
My love, don’t you know?
Arcturus never sleeps.

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