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

~ Terraqueous child ~

Slight of sky shifted the stars once again,
seems there is a gesture being drawn across this western sky.
Once the only light were the stars
so we changed with the moon and dressed for the sun.
Stars pleasure a mystery senses
then place our aura back inside our body.
Take some timelessness with an evening that wishes us to gaze.
This voluptuous myth.
alive inside our tide of being.
Child of our sky, take a few winks.
Seems there’s a drawing across this evening sky.
Scintillated undulates
this shimmering pitch of evening the stars again waver
Seems there is a gesture being drawn across this western sky
Once the only light were the stars
we changed with the moon,
dressed for the sun.
Warm inside, following a breath approaching twilight
Cold outside, shimmering beckons a warmth away
This attire which stars pleasure mysteriously
Senses placed back inside your body
take timelessness, an evening wishing a gaze
this voluptuous myth, alive inside our tide of being
Once we changed with the moon,
our sky take many winks dressed for the sun,
Seems there is a drawing across twinkling sky.

6-18-15