~ Before Human Thought ~

Imagine this earth before any living today can speak of.
It is the elements that have always been.
Mountains eroding slowly to the beach as grains of sand.
Imagine this earth as it was before.
When the air has an unrealized fragrance .
When birds awoke to the same sun, nightingales sang lullabies under a moonlit sky.
Waves washed ashore seeding another beachhead with treasures from a distant land.
The stars in the skies were farther.
Life moved with this rhythm becoming with the dark then waking with light reaching into the blue .
And here I sit writing a thought of spirit not a philosophy.
There were eclipses seen by the tall grasses, they seeded back into their earth, their meadow sent a collective wave of colour to an evening of stars.
Then somewhere a lake reflecting a world speaks of the rain~ memory of being taken inside by the tongue quenching a thirst then purring through emerald eyes under a canopy sky, full of stars.
Sighing, the lake reflects another sentient piece of earth skyward.
And here, we are in wonder of what remains encoded.
In our bodies, as memories, finding another that understands, gifting a puzzle piece into your palms.
This picture familiar so clear mercurial and alive. Goosebumps rise when we sigh into a starry night .

Vesper drew the new moon

As this evening sky opened the mouth of the other side,
there so evenly sliced floating much as another dream swallowed by stillness.
Who drew this new moon to this shore,
blew an earthly breath of surprise, an evening light from another realm piercing through another side,                                        where in this sight that cupped Orion’s Belt, beckons past with prescient now this porcelain phosphor sliver moon.

          Like a clean shaven hermit conjuring, widening float parting of a mouth,                                                                                      it is but a new moon drawn by light,                                                                                                                                                        like the curve of a birds body in flight,                                                                                                                                                      for here a moment transports a whisper of thought,                                                                                                                        playing a forgotten pattern,                                                                                                                                                                whiling turn of this earth gently kisses lower into horizon,                                                                                                                   heart beats give a thought surrendered,

Oh yes there in the west again so red,                                                                                                                                         a crimson mars king wished to scry the mirrored crescent bowl,                                                                                                   casting ripples entering moist into the mouth of light.                                                                                                                          Vesper drew the new moon to this shore with an earthly breath, a surprise of evening light.

Awaits a reflective sanctuary in Venus

That star waits,floating upon a vespertine wash of sky.
Some call to her after the sun goes below the horizon.
Sometimes a memory of a loon that floats upon an evening lake,
somewhere in a child’s memory call to me.
This star awaits, a venus chiseled from dreams,
yet remains bright as a beacon passed on through generations.
This star, this orb which captures forever, light washes ashore
becoming brighter as the veil of day is pulled back in a slow motion wave.
For I know she awaits the fullness of tonight’s Moon.
Waiting to tide her with this earth, insert a lucid dream the sleep that makes us human.
This star awaits, making my soul send a plea.
This star makes me sense the pull of earthly memories and wish an escape,
a place where the windows of paradise are seen in the eyes of another,
another whom calls the moon up just by riding earth.
Sometimes a memory of a Loon,
some times a though of a cloud,
sometimes a braided brush paints an empty thought
like a white canvass upon a vespertine evening.

~ When the night bird sings ~

Wishing you a restful sleep full of dreams
walking on this beach looking to our side
here watching colourful birds fly to the top of the golden pyramids while we count moons reflecting, upon the tides sweep to the shore.

Another earth around our red disk, when sets a night full of stars then awakens reflections that ripple ashore
for we know our walk along this shore
the song of awakening this hush of nightfall.

And the I, between of being human.

Wishing you a restful dream as night closes her golden breath
connecting the points we have arranged
stars casting patterns, this anima of being
we know tonight why the night bird sings.

10 – 7 – 14

Another Earth Intwined

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Beckon this reality, attract these natures where we truly are free.
Dream this reality where we open our eyes into glass, where we became as we are now.
Sing as a bird this landscape before our flight, string notes together a memory
here we alight upon this tree of life.
Your wings unfolding pulled forth a hollow body,
breathing notes which unlock keyed memory.
Where we dreamed ourselves into a parallel universe.
Another world where this moon colours our feathered bodies.
A place our peace tracks, where we stepped upon this beach washed salty ashore from seas. Bathe my wings with your flight,
awaken my memory with lyrics composed, from your heart whisper this song upon my face.
While my eyes sphere reflect emerald pools rippling, you set the stone into. Listen to this heart beats a mirrored tone, beside your voice which beckons a kindred soul.
Share a rhythm lifting wings, a flight taken through Darwin’s evolution.
Lift up a shell from our beach, hold this spiral hollow body against your ear,
inhale a salty breath, as you hear my ocean.
Your overtone wave cast me upon your shore.
Awoken once again, gliding ashore reflecting venus, a pearl goddess birthed.
Chrysalis shell moist upon this shore,
salty your body while you place me gently to your heart.
There we watch another moonset, ripples swirl scarlet foam ashore,
waves echolalia wave, after waves.
These lives entwined become another time finding ourselves beached.
Yet nature remains,
her song between pleas,
a reckoning within births.
While I stare into the salty crystalline pool in my palms
and awake with this moon washing ashore .

Liquid like rain falling from the face of sky

Formed by the caldron of pewter clouds, changing from a wonder to a wish never spoken, though dreamed then remembered upon a lucid awakening . Falling from the face of sky, moist glint in the eye of memory’s myriad, feminine always this nature she colours falling from her window of soul.
These teardrops from the face of sky, find their pathway, parting a dried chrysalis with a saline memory,
a call before you were born unfolding to these warm crespucular rays touching through the cauldron of clouds.
Changing from a wish never spoken into a wonder deemed from a lucid dream. Liquid like rain falling from the face of sky.

10 – 30 – 13

~ Love the ruffled ones ~

 

 

 

                   I love the damaged ones
    For when their feathers are preened, smoothed with heart
    Breathed ever so gently thoughts
    A song begins to be remembered, a colour blends
    a part of a rainbow quivers within an eye oh so sapphire awakens.
                   Then a ruffle of feathers alight
    a lullaby where we came from takes flight
    for we all breathe under the stars
    and surf this turning earth, and exhale to the milky way
    the way we came to earth.

                       9 – 26 – 13

 

Cage of a Moonless night

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           Only period of a day on earth which frees a soul,
 stimulated under a moonless purple sky.
           From all corners of being or should I say the curves of a face,
 the vesper of a cooler breeze letting you know you’re inhabiting a body.
          Although always the eyes,
 a crease furrows down the face keeping a pulse.
          It is so quiet, a nonhuman stillness,
 one that unlocks the prison of a scorching day.
          Even is even as day flatlines to an evening which frees a soul.
 It is upon your eyes, within this sepal opening voiceless,
 here tiny motes of light dance.
          Always the eyes, always the earth,                                                                                                                        always are we caught in these cycles,                                                                                                                        beholding the sky of stars under a moonless evening.                                                                                                             Wish making in the falling stars in your eyes.

8 – 16 – 14 

 

Remains Between Moon and Venus

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Quietly oh so quiet this earth turns – a slow evening unfolds her anima – cool winds awaken from moons coming – a blush internal – arousing cheek warm from Venus eternal shine – sky pearl of a star forever changing – suspended just a hand away – in a sky whilst turning waiting constellations awaken beyond this sol system . moon adorned by the sun – tailored by the curve of earth . Venus adorned by the sun and adored by the awoken . while here on earth – dusk of many scents loft this surround of earthly delights – kindred is a lifetime between a rising full moon while Venus holds the hand of night – slowly the day falls asleep awaking night – so stars can play around polaris . this will – this circle will always be . your taken by tonight – standing between Venus and the Moon – kindly a memory unfolds eternal – while an internal breath whispers a sentient earth . Quietly this earth turns unfolding what will always remain .

6 – 23 – 2013