DANCING WITH THE STARS

the sun’s last rays
grind into the horizon;
emerging dots wink,
a contrasting print against
the clear cobalt sky,
a chance alignment
as night’s sounds vibrate,
becoming the melody
on which we hook our hearts

2012-05-06
P. Wanken

Written for two prompts: The Sunday Whirl Prompt #55 (to use these words: cobalt, align, hook, vibrate, print, grind, contrast, emerging, chance, clear, dot, wink) and Poetic Bloomings Prompt #54 (to write a poem using the title of a movie or television show as the title of our poem).