The Milky Way was extra bright
On that fortuitous night we met
The moon was beaming brighter
The stars glittered and glowed
Comets streamed love letters
Upon a nighttime space palette
The cosmos seemed so in sync
With what was happening to us
And the entire, glorious universe
Was joyfully celebrating our
Newfound, star-crossed true love
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation.
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