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 .
I drown myself in a creative thought
a strive to blend colours without a muddy outcome
to write a clear vision, yet swim with a long breath to surface again.
To breath in the rain that wets my soul
as if I am the only one under a sky.
Then turn around within the glow of an opaline moon and fall into a smile of another’s stillness.
Serenity of raindrops, serene ringing of an eternal bell. Floating as it seems forever under a moving sky.
Waiting for the stars that wait for the atmosphere dissipating into another change.
