Turning slowly a way

Turning slowly a way

There is this stillness before all the stars come out.
looking up high to a lapis sky at twilight,
justly a couple of shining planets that reflect the hidden sun .

This wash of sapphire across the vault of another silent evening . Caught tween memory waiting for a starry sky,
vibrating another darkness deeply .
Here stillness whispers as each star awakens from the veil of light.
It is this vespertine between, an anxious sigh of what remains slipping a long hold of day.
There was a halo round the sun.
But this is the night coming awake as the light blue becomes beauty.
a blackness of wonder flowering shards changing a timeless ceiling.
This evening will hold no moon.
Just stars and planets sending light from the hidden sun.
Here I listen to these stars.
find a thought tucked away evaporate to these awakening stars .

3-6-13

~ Rose of Evening ~

 

Right now is rose by any name is still a blush of sunset spelling out an inner warmth of memories . This evening between horizons – earth holding a sentient being under stars peaking an following of movement . This world opens in the flower of thought – blush of a breath of a conscious wind cools a body . Riding between a southern sky connecting the way stars drift each night till this evening a wonder evokes . There from all directions this life breathes out then folds a paper of thoughts like a long hand doodling pictures that will carry into a living sleep . Some beyond dreams , retrieve a memory of pictures to capture a waking thought . Yet here under a changing vault of stars that remain constant . A piece of rock from another realm flares into this atmosphere , for a slow motion of timelessness I suck in a breath frozen in warmth feeling the birth of life .

Traveled before

 

Some thought, many wonder of the wonders, here the touched remember, when awoken.
Be it a leaf that turns golden this autumn filled day by the flowering of a wet spring warmth.
Be it the Sun dogs caught upon a blue sky shielded within a mutable cloud.
Here is a memory that sleeps, a closing of eyelids in the daydream. Brought into a thought, a remembrance, gifts left upon the path of light. Food upon the ground for another, follow the trail taken, is just a way to find your way back. The daydream brought into this life we dreamed. For we close our eyes to rest our minds, then let go into being present.
Many think, most wander to become this dream of earth.
It is the nighttime that winters stars shine brightest.
Here you can remember kindred souls, whom layer a trail of stones in the sky.
For when my eyes close into this daydream, I release a breath cooled with winters stirring wind.
It is a sentient wind that touches.
Through this golden day of turning leaves, which will surrender becoming earth.
My eyes close to this day dreamed, here my heart beats with each kindred friend whom strikes a harmonious cord, then I come back into my body, open my eyes to this earth and swallow autumn like golden leaves falling upon earth .