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.

~ Sometimes I sense another ~

Are you gazing at the stars.
I went outside, this feeling with another, a vault of stars, scrying into a bestirring pool. refreshing call dispels chatter which humans undo beauty.
Refreshed to listening
pulse of night swaying waver – ring strummed, sung to stars infinite high.
breathing beside another, exhales lift to irresistible stars .
I travel round then round till tonights stars call my body outside.
these stars were once the day stars covered by light above the clouds meander,
seeking the other side of twilight earth.
Australian night stars dream of polar stars unseen.
slow turning earth beside another sun sets this dreamtime sailing a rhythmic movement .
it is just the tilting of earth, that pace this sun coming up.
Then likewise down upon horizontal landmarks
take my hand and grow old with mine in this linear time
Stars are forever with moon glowing through centuries.
Stones that shimmer into our atmosphere, delivering wakes of colour,
rippling this short life. Indicating a point in time,
past rhythms come to startle a dream, awaking another reality.
Another body, gazing another sky filled pallet of colouring stars
take my hand
fold this ripple timeless under the stars .

10 -5 – 12

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 .

~ 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

 

Traveled before

 

Some thought, many wonder of the wonders, here the touched remember, when awoken.
Be it a leaf that turns golden this autumn filled day by the flowering of a wet spring warmth.
Be it the Sun dogs caught upon a blue sky shielded within a mutable cloud.
Here is a memory that sleeps, a closing of eyelids in the daydream. Brought into a thought, a remembrance, gifts left upon the path of light. Food upon the ground for another, follow the trail taken, is just a way to find your way back. The daydream brought into this life we dreamed. For we close our eyes to rest our minds, then let go into being present.
Many think, most wander to become this dream of earth.
It is the nighttime that winters stars shine brightest.
Here you can remember kindred souls, whom layer a trail of stones in the sky.
For when my eyes close into this daydream, I release a breath cooled with winters stirring wind.
It is a sentient wind that touches.
Through this golden day of turning leaves, which will surrender becoming earth.
My eyes close to this day dreamed, here my heart beats with each kindred friend whom strikes a harmonious cord, then I come back into my body, open my eyes to this earth and swallow autumn like golden leaves falling upon earth .

Elysium sky

 

 

               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 we take these stars as sweet nectar filling in what modern distraction has eroded away.

               Every moment beneath a sheltering tree, swaying count of 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, shows itself with the turning of earth.
Moth come fly in my light. Your wings pulse with the shimmering stars.
Pick a reflection of a star from your wings and place it inside your thought then sip the nectar of my love.

 

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