The stars go nova

Like many pop corns,

It makes for delicious dreams

Carmel feelings oozing a plethera of cornacopia

Then to see infinity for a moment

Is what you want delicately

Be there and not beware

Or bravely to open

The sky open like a giant rose

And a wrath of succulents

They come like hummingbirds

They arrive now

To be reborn.