LIKE A GLASS FISHING FLOAT SUSPENDED IN SPACE, WEIGHTLESS
TWINKLING IN THE MIST OF A SHIMMERING STARRY SEA
IT'S WHERE THEIR HEART IS LONGING TO BE
"BLUE CHRISTMAS STARGAZERS" BACK WHERE MY HEART LONGS TO BE
"For in an instance I did think I’d seen a zillion stars ablaze" When I had discovered the magical grove of fossilized crystals I thought I had seen stars. This is what it looked like only on the ground amongst the moss. Thanks to Zsaj for helping me interpret the scene I had discovered a few summers past.