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 .
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.
this evening inner warmth,
beneath such crystalline shimmering stars.
pulsing exhale of a thought taken by a chilly breeze.
A whisper, a story once again, beheld within earths being.
Moon comes milky seeding evening east glow.
Crimson mars, dolphin to the ship of the moon,
together sky the western side of night stream.
Somewhere inside a memory today
I watched clouds holding the aqua blue sky hostage,
forever in my moments gaze.
Sometimes I hear a voice that beckons away another reality.
later guides my breath back to the sky.
this mind becomes pictured, drawn the moments
palette of sky thoughtless now,
a soul remains like a spiral shell
cast upon this shore shimmering
This spell dose of beauty.
this dormant place the awoken inside wonder,
remains of trails twine like our fingers braided pulse
recall that once thoughts placed mind into letters,
treasured away inside a forgotten star box,
whose legs carved form an anima to the constellations
Inside where butterflies talk,
pattern new to wolf spider tracing what the clouds were doing,
her glisten of silk a line patterned a touch closer.
Thought became the evenings trunk of the giant oak,
that leans upward to the stars.
that whispered my mind,
to how they hold the stars into earth.
Awaking from dream inside an opening eye, this place between, floating upon the sea of sleep, yet not released from the cocoon of sleep. Immediate echo of an etherial song bird, pronouncing a sunlight justly. Listened to this before, this prescience of thought catches up, gathering the decades which this bird remembered, holding a songs memory, a clarity of notes piercing dawn. For the sunrise is ancient, just a stream of moments, this is another melody timeless.
Raindrops sing like a tide does coming ashore, listen just to their descending chorus. For every drop of rain once was in your body, each half of infinity rained together gave many lifetimes to remember you have been here before and before and before. Here you listen to held memories on the song of rain, a spell timeless, together with the red beak of memory and the subtle chime of rainfall. For this dawn is ancient, awash of moments inside the melody of timelessness.
Taste your lovers tear, awakened by the etherial song bird, be carried to a salty ocean shore when placed to your lips. Each drop down the cheek holds a capsule of memory, a microcosm of lifetimes.
Stories told that once spiraled glass vials were crafted to hold the salty tears of happiness and pools of rainwater held exotic fishes that would pollinate the flowers that bent near the surface. Where the sunrise is ancient and the etherial bird sings of another stream of moments.
It’s dark outside ~
stars are woven in sky, so if we can still our minds just enough, our heart is heard.
Liquid like rain falling from the sky,
onto the trees sliding closer to rocky precipice grooved by memories.
Once shared twice till thrice cared,
while this heart of the sky replenishes her cauldron.
From lands far away and near,
like a lucid inhale in slow motion.
We see as streams in an transparent pallet colouring sky,
butterflies devour a secret place,
when a steady rain awakens the colour of earth.
Where their wings translucent glisten like raindrops shed,
quivering wings silken cupping the canopy ribboning,
which release an acorn like an emerald polished stone,
with no thought but rain sliding down a memory of sky.
Sweet dreams and wake refreshed and closer to your essence . gather the love that hovers within your sight
and little stones that call your name.
Keep the earth quenched and the sky full of trees ,
always walk as if your flying
and stop near vast expanses of moving waters .
Take a seldom sit under a dreaming tree
and wait till night becomes from day, absorb each star in the night
and dream another earth as she listens to your heart beat .
For she exhales with you to the stars
and beckons this twilight breeze, a kindred wish.
Sweet one ~ sweet dreams and rest under the tree of life .
She swells from a grain of stardust to a ripe sweet pearl
then slowly walks across a night sky
till melded upon the myth of variable sky,
kept in a living dream which makes a mind ask questions
in true silence of quiet hearts.
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.
Beauty full evening outside
always stars evening turning carousel slowly
like an illuminated dew suspended while spider plays a larger strand.
Always for a watching eye
always under a sky
always returning turning life outside beside an earthly soil warming.
Beauty once named these ways of stars,
where pyramids built to point the way to the heart of Isis.
Always venus dreams
always just as brightly speaking of the breast
of a gathering of points in the sky, so crimson beats this heart star .
Chasing the metal of evening sky.
For there in a glance we once were then
when pyramids became a destination to the star of Isis.