~ a peony, hung from the stars.. .

tonight i plucked a peony {it was hanging from the stars}

as i tiptoed around the cascading pools of light {glimmering in the ebony of the night, dreams & wishes spelt out in the shadows on the floor}

& questioning, what would the world be like if we all thought in measurements of love { & valued it above all else?}

kindest thoughts pretty hearts