Words by Niamh Vaughan (she/her)
Not many know there’s crystals in the clouds
That grace the sky at midsummer’s last light;
To show themselves at day they are too proud
Belonging to the mysteries of night.
Can you believe the stars inside the earth
Form constellations from the inside out?
Perhaps they shine for when we leave the hearse
To guide the ending all the world’s in doubt.
Just like the opening flowers of the dawn
Or wilting blossoms fallen to the ground,
All souls that bloom are fated to be mourned,
Becoming dust that forms the still unfound.
In glistening clouds and insects I find peace,
Despite that life’s given so short a lease.
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