Withdrawn nested twilight evening.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 .
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 .
Right now is rose by any name is still a blush of sunset spelling out an inner warmth of memories . This evening between horizons – earth holding a sentient being under stars peaking an following of movement . This world opens in the flower of thought – blush of a breath of a conscious wind cools a body . Riding between a southern sky connecting the way stars drift each night till this evening a wonder evokes . There from all directions this life breathes out then folds a paper of thoughts like a long hand doodling pictures that will carry into a living sleep . Some beyond dreams , retrieve a memory of pictures to capture a waking thought . Yet here under a changing vault of stars that remain constant . A piece of rock from another realm flares into this atmosphere , for a slow motion of timelessness I suck in a breath frozen in warmth feeling the birth of life .
What will the morning be like, when daylight infuses away night. Here under countless stars, some a certain colour like rubies, others glow as stencils of amber, always a disk of silver stars that create some memory that ancients connected, each point into a hero or heroine found scribed upon a flattened surface.
Shall we abandon myths and legends and redraw the stars. Before daylight infuses this night away, dare we raise our minds with each heartbeat gazing into what always will be. You feel this earth moving, is it the stars washing tides through this far away mind.
What will night tides bring into one that settles into a restful dream. Your held with reflection upon this still lake of being. Light even paints in this darkness kaleidoscopic turnings. Sweet upon the nakedness of soul .
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 .