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Midsummer Night

 

Opaline evening, under an infinite sigh. Selene goddess spills her spell, flowing serene dusting of luminescence. when under her still heart, this body lifts, pulled by her wish, then surrenders beside her silence. Murmur silent, murmurs beckoning this midsummer nights dream.

A memory bleeds an invisible colour, a ribbon yards long, changing like chameleon scales a memory of hues. These fingers laced in another’s fingers, hands hold a slender pole clearly carved, stream of ribbon tied upon the tip held together. We are waving this vast stream ribboning night, creates a strumming, mellow like lips held together, a ripple of a deep whistle.

Then return under an infinite sigh of nocturnal moon, spills her spell, such a serene opaline lucent space between. it is the nocturnal hawk that weaves this night,a crespucular murmur strums unseen, inviting pouring full this spell. A colourful ribbon woven through moonlight.
For when under her glowing disk, this body pulled skyward. Moon goddess becoming, full murmur silent, murmur whispering this midsummer nights dream. For tomorrow will be longer in daylight waiting for evening, surrendering below an opaline moon.

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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.

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For not this night

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                Withdrawn nested twilight evening. Moon leads her path away, leaving this night inking evening pure. Obsidian nights as a flower unfolds, a hand touches someone starring through. Petals so opaque caressing this complaint, darkened hum chorused.
                 Is this strum strum of a melodious hum of ancient songs learned from these stars. All in my head this night shrouds a purity of vastness. This sentient diagram, geometry of symbols distilled. For it is a capsule, a medicine taken. 
For these stars, drawn within this nest from a moonless night. My heart shines like an obsidian shard. This flower tills a gaze with distant suns. A finger untwines, expires becoming timeless.
                 For not these nights moonless, for not an echo passed into the drone so dark in a night like a heart beat of another ancient song.
                 For not this night’s delirious intoxication, would I not be wild .

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Quench

Quench ~

             I like the sound that quenching sings. where sound touches in a wordless world, quenching a soul breathless.  I like that soundless tactile of drying sand shifting through fingers, while a sun sets quenches the sightless horizon.     Like the way a wave quenches the grains of a dry beach yet again.

            Quenched sands glimmer a hand of stars between fingers pause. Quenching slow rains strobe a way,         where memory was found misplaced, once upon a sleeping city listens to the oceans subtle roar. And the pearl of a midnight sky pulses from lightning, a stillness beneath.

            Yet between, binds earth, the chorus of aural creatures, filling quiet undulation,

            quivers a nests beneath this pearl in a midnight sky.

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Turning slowly a way

Turning slowly a way

There is this stillness before all the stars come out.
looking up high to a lapis sky at twilight,
justly a couple of shining planets that reflect the hidden sun .

This wash of sapphire across the vault of another silent evening . Caught tween memory waiting for a starry sky,
vibrating another darkness deeply .
Here stillness whispers as each star awakens from the veil of light.
It is this vespertine between, an anxious sigh of what remains slipping a long hold of day.
There was a halo round the sun.
But this is the night coming awake as the light blue becomes beauty.
a blackness of wonder flowering shards changing a timeless ceiling.
This evening will hold no moon.
Just stars and planets sending light from the hidden sun.
Here I listen to these stars.
find a thought tucked away evaporate to these awakening stars .

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Unravel

Unravel

Your senses unraveled from human time, quenching sunrise. Far stars colouring what remains of this night. Seems this scent of yesterday, this voice of stillness, this wondering, this lucidity whetting this changing your body this between always between.
Imagining a world with one moon. A very becoming stand upon grasses moist, changes moisten your stroll, waiting evaporates within always within. Senses unravel human time. Tallish grassy field aspire, an animated spin ever slowly with breeze honing a warming of still sky. Moist fruit of dew ripens finding gravity evaporating to the last twinkling of stars.
Night pulls apart ever so slowly to sleep in a coming day. Birds voice glistened from an evening under the stars lift a dream to their pastel sky. Listen to your unraveling into another human time, listen to your heart beat, seems the night brought the voice of stillness to this place. Always under a phase of the moon, while earth awaits your memory, changing this body you release your music.

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