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                Withdrawn nested twilight evening.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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Harmony

Harmony

This is all in our memories
our bodies mutable and real
Coax it out of me
call the stars settling their dust upon this earth
To be melded with our flesh there,
many memories are blended
Cocoon, our seed dormant
till evocation of two meet
Pluck a cosmic harmonic
just as simple, being in our bodies
vibrating as one within earth
Rekindle the old ways
Kindred with a distant star
kindred in a whisper
kindred in the wind
Within this spin of earth
lucid a thought, where distance becomes constellations
here beside both places at once
map of memory pulled within another
go to that secret place, where
a thousand stars hold you upon their sand
adorned cocoon coaxed from sleep

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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 .

3-6-13