~ Remember Moon with Stars ~

Train horn deeply awakes this evening,
this mind theaters like a picture book,
inside pictures roll slowly reeling, turn like a toy kaleidoscope.
Bare tones root tendrils deep, while an evening is
rising to the audience of stars.
There is a creamy smoothness around.
along side my moon shadow stirs,
silently and kindred is love, this dark aroma of night.
I saw pictures curve from a bend of a page,
inside frozen for a second and captured forever,
there the jaguar caught pacing inside a cage.
Three pelicans remembered by the shore
waiting for a California rain.
It is this moonlight stillness waxing shadow,
Opening a pouch, seeing contents spill from fingertips, to earth thankful that each flake glistens,
We are touched by the light of the moon.
A breath of smoke drifts always upward,
like the mirror of a rock wiggling through the shallow water finding bottom.
Somewhere between a surface reflecting.
And now a memory of the train horn
stretching like this milky moonlight,
under a dome of stars.

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~Far away a love kindred~

It was in the sky, always above. Seems so that the beauty moves across the sky so far away.¬†Even some times my eyes don’t see the galactic fireflies we on earth call comets. Then when one shows up there and is predicted, it pulls on the memories of another far away place. A time when no one living today was there. so we have images written about. Images etched on new tapestries which today someone figured out the squiggly object on the wall rug is a comet. The behind the Great Wall, Chinese Seers collided a parchment or glazed a vase of jade.
It was in the skies last night , way far away like human understanding, a kindred love of sharing and someone far away awoke on a hill top or in a cubicle in a skyscraper remembering this dream.

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Sweet One

Sweet dreams and wake refreshed and closer to your essence . gather the love that hovers within your sight
and little stones that call your name.
Keep the earth quenched and the sky full of trees ,
always walk as if your flying
and stop near vast expanses of moving waters .
Take a seldom sit under a dreaming tree
and wait till night becomes from day, absorb each star in the night
and dream another earth as she listens to your heart beat .
For she exhales with you to the stars
and beckons this twilight breeze, a kindred wish.
Sweet one ~ sweet dreams and rest under the tree of life .

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