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.

New edit 3-11-17

~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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~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.

~ Elysium Sky ~

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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.

~ Furrows in the Sky ~

Till the stars’ furrow encircle this mind.
Earthen nest of plaited starlight threading chosen constellations . Scrying skies pool bestirring an infinite subtle glow,
like caught ambers bug suspended in eternity .
Chatoyant stones shimmer upon this obsidian dome,
as embers entering with a piercing sound.
Fireflies blink an ode, their courtship of mystery glowing.
Here earth speechlessly circles a hidden sun.

Dawn breathes a brush of living into fading stars a lighter blue . Not for the earthen red orange unfolding sun rises ,
thoughts should quench hunger while circling around a sunstar
eddy of a pool going some round then nowhere .
Pole sticks, pierce inside earth a shallow hole,
aligned with a constant point our constellations circle.
Polaris tethers nite circling stars round a center
tilling fires turning drawing wheel of stones .
I woke up from a dream, like Beetle peeking through soil, malachite moist dewdrops of static globes glisten crystalline.
Scrying awake beside such mirroring beauty.
For a long dormant dream colours, becoming a beetles hypnotic gaze. Pheromone of stars evoke senses. Tasting drops of moisture beside a memory unfolds. Rolling pieces that plait earth becoming a ball.
Beetle flips upside down upon his emerald shell wings, fluttering scratch a rhythmic ode to the stars. While legs weave a sextet pattern , calling to divine nights Pleiades cluster .
Venus with Jupiter reflect. Beetle dreams blending a potion, a magick dance to the other side of earth rolling earth into a ball.

~ In a Pool of Memory ~

Have you ever collected the surface of water into your palms ? Held cupped while droplets fall strobing inside sunlight streaming though this canopy of trees.
Light and shadow, your thirst filled reflection rippling.
Were centuries held in this liquid memory bringing this moment?
Was this Sun caught inside the bowl of your hands with the glint from each water droplet sounding to earth.
Was it curiosity that landed upon Mars finding an ancient stream bed holding stones smoothed?
Or the deep reflection inside your round coffee cup waking the jaguar inside your obsidian reflection of your emerald eyes being lifted to your lips.
May be as another dream your mind cupped ,
lapping beside the shore as another anima of memory .
Gazing into the future ten thousand years ago .
Watching giant clouds move across the surface of a larger pool,
herds of creamy colours migration slowly setting a stillness of pace.
She quenches her thirst surrounded in reflection,
a canopy of nature as thoughts long ago, never spoken .
She purrs contentment filling deeply a memory,
a glimmer opens upon a ripple ,
of a familiar beasts reflection inside an obsidian bowl.
Dreaming inside a canopy strange.

~ Wildflower ~

Dream of a warm soil that turns nightly, pulling you closer to the stars,
whiling a way to become, always drawn within, an unchosen destiny,
a dream warmed biding this turning.
oh this turn ń turn of earthly flow,
it is just us that speak inside calling a thought to understand,
The seed sharing the breeze seen while you take a moment to look up to the flying clouds.
There riding a destiny that takes ones breath to decipher, or a kismet of wild flowers settling upon warm soils dreaminess to a variable sky.

Otherness

When shadows feign upon grounds once ruled by the sun ,new moon recalls with higher stars what always remains of the suns glow. This quarter season waits, stories are told, starry are these skies of winter. Seen are the breaths escaping bodies to the planets
This quarter season beauty coming from within winter, evening tone, a vespertine array of sentient stars remember, sun climes beyond alabaster sky hidden, a ritual unstoppable, takes time away, an internal strobe flickering moments, still pictures in the album of your mind on a wheel turning, this sol system like an eddy of water turning slowly drawn round and round beside the shore of this galactic river.

~ Winter in a cup of coffee ~

Earth alway remembers. Winters forgotten the warmth autumn paints,
leaves settle unseen,
palette back into earth,
their summer colours memory of spring.
Lower cool sun inks an umber maze perforated from a trees canopy,
shadows stretching from a morning west,
animating pattern,then a slow spilling to where it began.
Rhythmic tilt her body listens, turning forever into this horizon,
so slowly another day winters into night.
Then a memory of the stars at night encroach, evening beckons constellations dance round the pole star.
There is a turning,
a familiar within motion that takes one into night-dream,
like watching cream slowly spooned into a cup of black coffee.
this web of sky spun by the dust of stars, this circle,
Slow spin of earth, full season her body tilts, its a memory of watching sun and moon trade places that makes one count quarters of the winters moon that shines higher.