~ 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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Stillness comes a dream rendered

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.
Vast ~
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,
memories,
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,
the moment,
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.
Infinitely.
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.

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~Anima between the known~

 

That which remains was here before you were born.
The fur that held your beating heart, remains on the earth from a nocturnal snack that once rippled through the golden meadow,
upon the ground, what remains has always been that space between.
It’s just the memory that puzzle held together, no border no edge. The shape between , being eaten inside then regurgitated again back like a whirlpool the soft fur-skin given back to where she came from.
Curves running in circular motion
That which remains was here before I
A shape out of the corner of my eye
A contour between inhabited space
That which once you walked through
Inhabited between like trees or mountains
The spaces where clouds reign ń storms decide
Remains my memory an aboriginal truth,
The myths of dreaming night skies, embers of fire surrounded by a ring of river stones loft and merge with the stars. That which remains Living between the clusters of stars, dream time kept that space between alive, into beings before you were born.
The anima between the clusters of stars,
dreamed living under obsidian sky.
That which remains was here before you were born.
That skin which held your soul was dreamed like the rippling waves given life from the wind, evoking that which remains between.

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P. S.H.

~ Undertow ~

Your falling,
more like a fish settling
upon a vector stream,
a warm vein tendril touching your senses.
Leading your swim’s inhale
a scented stream amidst fathoms liquid soothing a response.
Your floating,
fins fanning, glistening scales reflecting sun shards
into rays piercing from above.
You notice a garden of coral,
colorfully undulating with their tendrils,
a motion beckoning you to swim –
swim closer till your scales rub against their amber current.
Upon opening your eyes
to find your a mermaid bubbling from your nostrils percolate up –
up till you hear popping, they break the surface
waves glistening into a pattern.
This instills a smile widening across your face.
Your settling onto an ancient seabed of emerald jade,
weathered with timelessness.
A school of squid point their eyes,
all turn simultaneously,
Your sigh reaches their thoughts.
they secrete a purple cloud inking pattern you remember.
You notice your chest increasing in size,
you breath this ink and taste sweetness kept secret forever.
Your hair remembers this current
each spiral embraces your shoulders.
You pick up a hollow conch,
place this upon your ear,
listening with the heartbeat of the ocean.