For the ones with obstructed views of hope... ❤️
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Tag: Stars
Mutually
beneath the starsentwined with youendlessly talkingbeneath the moonthe moonwho for so longkept secretmy pleasthe stars now winkingin theirnot-so-subtleconspiracybringing ustogetherunder God'sdirective long afterhope should have beenextinguishedangels in the guiseof the Milky Wayopen the heavensand the blessings rain the sound of my laughtertakes wing on the breezeand the stars in your eyesreflect the light of lovein mine, … Continue reading Mutually
Feathers Aglow
She soaks her dreamcatcher feathers in moonlight to harness the lunar power of cosmic possibilities; though the glow does not keep, from the weave into her dreams the magic seeps, and she dances all night among the stars, flowing dress sweeping across the sky in a solo performance that causes sentimental clouds to cry, and … Continue reading Feathers Aglow
Where the Pier Ends
Where the pier ends is where my dreams begin, where the colors of sky and aquahorizon blend. I sail away into the unknown, following charted stars to return to the home I have yet to find but am certain I have been missed, and I cannot wait to fall into the embrace … Continue reading Where the Pier Ends
I Will Never Tire
I will never tire of morning birdsong, the daily rising of the sun, the ways the rays beam between trees, the clouds that form in such artistry, the freedom flaunted in wildflowers, all the colors of twilight hours, the breezes that rouse my desires, the stars that kindle my dreams afire, for as long as … Continue reading I Will Never Tire
She Weaves
Hello, romantic fantasies! No. Goodbye. Wait! Come back. Oh no. (Ugly cry.) Oh how my heart longs to dance, fly free, but oh, the fear of fallacy… what if I am not worthy? what if the fall to reality breaks my bad wing permanently? It’s safest perhaps not to dream. But … Continue reading She Weaves
Flower Stars
Stardust falls softly upon her long, dark hair as he twirls her beneath white-flower stars, drawing her in before the song is over, his eyes holding hers in a forever moment before the first brush of lips softly delivers the message he so longed to convey in failed attempts with words. Her eyes, her … Continue reading Flower Stars
Trail of Hope
One day at a time, the lonely roam searching for the hope like clues to guide them closer to the truth they hold dear– that love is near. Nights could prove to be too dark if not for the magical stars distracting and beckoning to send up the parts of the day that proved to … Continue reading Trail of Hope
Listening to Stars
Silence befalls, stills me, in the darkness, gazing up at the cosmic lanterns, natural heat too far to feel upon my face yet somehow reaches my core and wraps my soul with comfort, mixes with an aching subtle sorrow from a knowing that we have missed the mark, the callings. Cryptic messages lost in translation … Continue reading Listening to Stars
Freckle Constellation
This group of freckles on my forearm has me mooning, time-warping to childhood... Funny how even then, felt like these freckles meant something, seemed like a constellation, a coding, a knowing, a piece of the puzzle of me. Funny how even then when we would travel at night in the station wagon, … Continue reading Freckle Constellation
