Vintage Russian postcard
(From Russia with Love)
In the blue light of a moving train
The Summer Triangle shimmers aloft
Glistening Vega whispers to Lyra
The secrets of an impassioned tryst
The images inside her trembling eyelids
The flash of gold against Midnight’s cobalt
The warmth of darkened dreaming
Enveloped within amethyst folds
The traveled steps upon distant stars
The glimmering path to an open doorway
Through which you enter silently brushing
Dust motes fallen from an ancient edifice
Specks of ash from the burning pyre
Drifting across the multiverse
The one we inhabit undisturbed
No such fire shall consume it
For we belong to starlit night
In the burnished sun we do not dwell
We have escaped the moving train
With prolific love expanding
LiNdA
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