Star Garden

In this garden,

the plants drink the night.

They lift their quiet mouths

to the sky,

sipping darkness

as if it were water—

rich, endless,

alive.

I warm their roots

from beneath,

a silent ember heartbeat

pushing upward

as they swallow starlight

and turn it into form—

petal, stem, shimmer, breath.

Here, the night is nectar.

Here, every shadow feeds.

Here, creation grows

from the dark outward,

glowing where no sun has touched.

Oil on Linen 

Hand Embedded Stained Glass

18" x 24" (46 x 61 cm)