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.
Stillness becomes a dream rendered,
twined soft the silk cocoon of memories.
evocative pulse lingers lucid pulsing within a dream,
peeling the crisp outside apart, inside warmness wet, emerging silkily from the chrysalis of sleep.
here this crespucular soul learned to last,
tides ebb then spill upon starry shore,
fore sunlight becomes nights breath,
Diurnal arch reaching the stars.
” Fireflies don’t know they exist till after the night sparkles. ” her thought rendered mine. With a whiling gaze, she took to the horizon dreamed.
As the dawn peeled nocturnal the skin of dreams,
kindness felt before love adorned the scent of whispers,
feline names graced this life,
cats gazing with moon,
dreaming of a saucer of cream.
Panthers took me deeper,
into the tide of a swirling night,
It took forever becoming the catch,
a static ebb tide,
Suspended in the between,
A being rippling into the ocean of dream.
Scry again another,
night fills a sky starry, this gaze of kindred constellations beckoning under a sky that dreams earth.
the firefly pulling close tasting my breath,
gaze into the shore pooling with stars,
this capsule of night is swallowed whole.
Entering as a Jaguar quenching,
Lucid dream, which fireflies dreamed,
they exist like Jaguars beneath a canopy of stars.
Stillness became a dream rendered, twined, soft as the silk cocoon of memories, evocative. Lingers as lucid pulses within a dream, peeling the crisp outside apart from an inside wet warmness emerging moth like from the chrysalis of sleep. Vast here souls learn to last, tide cast upon this starry shore after sunlight becomes nights breath reaching to the stars.
Fireflies don’t know they exist till after the night sparkles.
As the dawn peeled back the skin of dreams, kindness of a memory whispers feline names that graced this life, memories of each cat gazing at the moon dreaming of a saucer of cream. Siamese took me into the tide of a swirling night, it took me forever to catch the moment of static tide, caught in the between before being pulled into the ocean of dream.
Once again another night fills the sky starry, sometimes overcast yet a knowing the gaze of constellations still spill beckoning to all under a sky that dreams earth infinitely. It is the firefly pulling close to my breath as I gaze into the shore pooling with stars , this capsule of night is swallowed whole, entering as a jaguar quenching a lucid dream in which fireflies know they exist under a canopy of stars.
A person that sets themself in the center of the circle, becomes the reflection of mother earth, and is watched very closely by spirit.
When; yes when memories string together.
Pollen dropped at the entrance of the hive, sweet full colours lay. Bowl of water brought to my lips, sighed into my thoughts, the inner pictures of life that quenched their bodies and swam between oceans dream. This bowl of water mirrors this sky while a pearlized scallop of a cloud reflects by. Take a deep steady inhale quenched in the moment .
This mornings waning moon sailed through starry shimmering winds,
catching breath meeting the rising sun. My hair tendril-ing to the voice of the spring leaves, in a hush deeply filling the between, understanding this beauty surrounding,
earth she hears my voice.
Horizontal halo of eastern midnight clouds, the blouse of sparkling constellations surround this scalloped cream between. For this late evening moon, casts her light behind, defining this scalloped wonder.
Kindred, connect the stars, intuitive the dream drawn,
while planets follow toward moon set.
This mornings Burnt Orange yoke of the sun rose flattened as described.
Seed white moon shimmering into the western horizon, feeling the mirror of last night turned the other way around .
Tonight before the sun twilight, young fresh Cedar Waxwings playing between live oaks filling their instinct, catching dinner in flite. Moon waning from full, always overhead birds fly, so silver grey amidst the occasional blue birds, each mask so outlined in pewter cloud cream, with head crest unfolding to the backlit setting sun, following their flit to the wisteria, spiraling this heart into space.
Early morning rain – light infilling senses dream – wind in thought caught quenched – wakened earthly pulse, other earth swallowed moist light with her table of souls, for she quietly remembers and combines senses into fruition an alchemy with light.
Circles in cirle the spiraling sol system, earth we know turns by counting the Big Dipper walk around Pole Star, the trees with emerging green say from the fallen winter branches, build the nest of spring colours.
“Cool glass of water please!” That which you drank today, filled the carved crystal goblets of the Pharaohs, and quenched the thirst of Jaguars, lapped from the bowl of jungle foliage.
” May I have a glass of water, With Ice Please. ”