~ Remember Moon with Stars ~

Train horn deeply awakes this evening,
this mind theaters like a picture book,
inside pictures roll slowly reeling, turn like a toy kaleidoscope.
Bare tones root tendrils deep, while an evening is
rising to the audience of stars.
There is a creamy smoothness around.
along side my moon shadow stirs,
silently and kindred is love, this dark aroma of night.
I saw pictures curve from a bend of a page,
inside frozen for a second and captured forever,
there the jaguar caught pacing inside a cage.
Three pelicans remembered by the shore
waiting for a California rain.
It is this moonlight stillness waxing shadow,
Opening a pouch, seeing contents spill from fingertips, to earth thankful that each flake glistens,
We are touched by the light of the moon.
A breath of smoke drifts always upward,
like the mirror of a rock wiggling through the shallow water finding bottom.
Somewhere between a surface reflecting.
And now a memory of the train horn
stretching like this milky moonlight,
under a dome of stars.

~ 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

Remains of the moon

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Remains of this day, this evening an inner warmth, beside such crystalline shimmering stars . While breaths exhale bubbles of a thought taken by a chilly breeze. A whisper of a story added once again to be held withing earths being. Moon just comes milky seeding evening east glow. Mars, oh mars a dolphin to the ship of the moon, together sky the western side of night stream. Somewhere inside my memory of today I watched clouds holding the aqua blue sky hostage, a peaceful direction, a trickle – spilled milk frozen forever in my moments gaze.
Some times I hear a voice that sends me away to another reality. But later find my way back to the sky. Clean there are cleaning the sky this mind becomes painted a picture in the moment. Cleaning the sky thoughtless till now I try to recall what bound me like a spell.
The spelling of beauty. This dormant place we wander, a way trailing words together. treasured in a forgotten wooden box, tucked away, recall from mind into letters, there were butterflies talking, a pattern new wolf spider tracing what the clouds were doing, her glisten of silk a line closer.
But it 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.

~ 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

Last dance of Summer

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Earth tilts the skirt of sky
very becoming rotation
set with planet jewels in motion upon this hem of horizon
Twilight waltz, spun senses behold a turning gait
she waxes a change, a future harvest moon
revealing swoon fills upon the breast of sky
your patient tide strolls, gliding touch to an emblazoned night
her skirt entices a memory aquamarine blushing rhythmically
At the center of sky daylight paints away
Moon becomes her own memory
sapphires wink gems of stars, as always, always you take her timeless
earth begins enfolding softly the skirt of sky, to a season of seed
Dance upon this evening sky
holding her vesper chant, her curves becoming full
her hint of Fall whispering
when moon remembers this tilting dance
of earths longing hold
released ever so slowly
from the long dance of summer

 

 

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.

6 – 21 – 2013.                                       image

 

 

 

 

 

Were we uncommon

Are you watching the stars.
Are you under the covers warm with the light that bends around this earth.
Which touches the disk in the sky, called by many names through the earliest of eyes, which gazed then bathed their cool body under a river of a silver sliver of opalescent moon.

Taken; you lay, held wordless as this crescent grew to a fullness,  then hungrily waning away, a thirst to follow a rhythm of changes.

Are you watching the stars. Forever never changes, an orb that becomes change. Consistent desired primal and true. Carnal peace a stone that fits upon the body flows .
Phosphor light filling a rhythm.
Were not for the winged iridescent curious creatures born absorbed with the celestial colour.                                           Were this not my body that painted from a moons glow, were this not a memory, where from a wind carried thought through an evenings vesper.

Would not my piece of being fit so well into your wish so perfectly. That we would be as once, no one living today uncommonly remembers .

10 – 9 – 13