Captured

Captured

Inside my hands, cupped
together with some
small
stirring breath,
some
bound, starry
heavenís crest,

moves the glass marble
of my affection.

Inside my heart, joined
together with some
smooth
stirring light,
some
round, faraway
bluish-night,

wishes are polished
by wisdom.


© 2011 By Sandra F. Lucke
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