just a tear or stardust in my eyes ?

Heart whispers throb

amidst a chasm too vast to fill

even in the muted pause ,

a stillness of ardent reflection ,

there seems a question 

breathed searchingly ,

demurely exhaled 

echoes into a contemplative 

hollow silence

Had renewed hope 

only been a tantalizing thrill ;

a cosmic glint 

enlightening the chill

shadowed void ?

Unrelenting 

entrancing traces , 

had fleetingly flashed past ...

Could it have been

a shooting star, 

an angel of mercy , 

a bluebird ,
or perhaps ,

a fragile butterfly ~ 

alas ,.. 

brushed by with 

sublime rapturous aura ; 

yet without fleshly touch ,

clearly,
an accidental 

enchanting flutterbye 

just a dream ,.. 

just a dream ,.. 

just a dream ,..

just a why ,..

life subsided , 

diminished , 

recurred vanilla

these days 

a circadian rhythm ,

seasons minutiae

the rise and fall
of the subtle tides

just a tear
   or stardust ,..
in my eyes ?



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Note:    circadian rhythm; biological temporal rhythms, such as daily, tidal, weekly, seasonal, and annual rhythms, is called chronobiology. Although circadian rhythms are endogenous ("built-in", self-sustained), they are adjusted to the local environment by external cues , commonly the most important of which is daylight.
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