Sailing the Night Sky

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                                                                                                                    First Published by Remington Review 

Some memories spark eternal. My tendril of 

timelessness is a sailboat, gently rocking,

warm breeze enfolding my skin,

sheer wonder of seeing the night sky

unmarred by urban light, for the first time.

Fetched my breath, the lucent legacy of eons

gleaming down on my fledgling self,

shimmering on the lake’s surface like a 

necklace beaded with echoes of spacetime.