Studs piercing nights' dome, stunning--
multi-faucet glistening--
crystaline luminisence . . . stars;
myriads of magnificence
in communion with heaven.
What a pristine pirolette--stars.
Beacons bathed in ebony,
on corner posts pitch black,
pierce velvet nightfolds clearly . . . stars.
Angels in exultation
hang exquisite dangles high
to light the paths for mankind . . . stars.
What a blistering halo
to adorn the reborn soul!
We blaze before wings come, as--stars.
When our light has fizzled, burnt,
we streak across heavenly skies
in a gaseous twinkling . . . stars.
Ornamental halos . . . high;
we lead others--earning wings.
Then we fly like comets through . . . stars.
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Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
Sandra beautiful words and I love the form of this creative piece..Floria
These timeless quotations culled from the celebrated corpus of writings by W.E.B. Du Bois are presented with illuminating introductory essays by Aberjhani. Narration of the Audible book performed by Catherine Byers.