Sweet to your lips,
the nectar of the stars
for we are in our bodies because of earthy souls that gaze into a reflective pool higher than the veil of day to pierce to the stars, till evening rest upon our weary bones and take these stars as sweet nectar filling in what modern distraction has eroded away.
Every moment beneath a sheltering tree,
swaying count inside a breeze that comes from a faraway canopy.
a stream has a beginning branching forth roiling under aquamarine skies.
Eyes close to an inward gusty sense once forgotten,
while the face side of dream cools. as right as the tepid breeze touches the other side of knowing .
Share a clue to the scent of longing like a sky without a moon for awhile,
show yourself with the turning of earth.
Moth come fly in my light.
Your wings pulse with the shimmering stars.
Pick this reflection of a star from your wings and place it inside your thought
then sip the nectar of my love.
Reposted this piece , just felt right !
Still amidst birds singing under an overcast scalloped cover . Indulge a passion to rest my body upon this soft earth – till the bothers from a human nest I dared let be built inside my mind fade . To rest and sink into an emerald softness beside my breath – while minds eye rolls into the colourfull darkness inky dream . Sensing earth moving a midst above – penetrating blue sky slowly pulling apart by winds -sending a warm chill lifting away. Away into another reality inside spraying in an exhale a colour of breath through your hand printing upon a cave or the first fire seen when flames took on the shapes of earthly anima. I shall wait in the rhythm of a breeze – pulling each thought – like a bird holding a twig between reality . Then fly away once more with each thought and place…
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