~ When the night bird sings ~

Wishing you a restful sleep full of dreams
walking on this beach looking to our side
here watching colourful birds fly to the top of the golden pyramids while we count moons reflecting, upon the tides sweep to the shore.

Another earth around our red disk, when sets a night full of stars then awakens reflections that ripple ashore
for we know our walk along this shore
the song of awakening this hush of nightfall.

And the I, between of being human.

Wishing you a restful dream as night closes her golden breath
connecting the points we have arranged
stars casting patterns, this anima of being
we know tonight why the night bird sings.

10 – 7 – 14

~ Sometimes I sense another ~

Are you gazing at the stars.
I went outside, this feeling with another, a vault of stars, scrying into a bestirring pool. refreshing call dispels chatter which humans undo beauty.
Refreshed to listening
pulse of night swaying waver – ring strummed, sung to stars infinite high.
breathing beside another, exhales lift to irresistible stars .
I travel round then round till tonights stars call my body outside.
these stars were once the day stars covered by light above the clouds meander,
seeking the other side of twilight earth.
Australian night stars dream of polar stars unseen.
slow turning earth beside another sun sets this dreamtime sailing a rhythmic movement .
it is just the tilting of earth, that pace this sun coming up.
Then likewise down upon horizontal landmarks
take my hand and grow old with mine in this linear time
Stars are forever with moon glowing through centuries.
Stones that shimmer into our atmosphere, delivering wakes of colour,
rippling this short life. Indicating a point in time,
past rhythms come to startle a dream, awaking another reality.
Another body, gazing another sky filled pallet of colouring stars
take my hand
fold this ripple timeless under the stars .

10 -5 – 12