Drip drop gently down the scene; streams n rivers

That meander baby blue colour of my eyes; revisit

Trickling; time ticking limitlessly

Staring into eclipsing; shifting serendipity

Abandoning my philosophies; my apologies

I’m just  Astrology;

I am the stars; As far as any eyes can see

My amplified subconscious; third eye wanderer

Conjuring soft spoken finesse

On top of the top

Dropping stones over the edge…

-Nina