poem

Sleeping Stars

The dances of sprinklings of stardust
Strung together, then torn back apart
Here into the spaces, invisible places
Shape shift into all that we are

Inside the time and the ripples,
There’s magical spell that releases
Of ebbing and flowing, the knowing grows glowing,
Re-birthed into rhythms afar, we sleep.

IW

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Owl And Whale

Owl and Whale,
by the light of the harvest moon
Whisper the air
Gaurd the deep blue
They, there to witness
little wonders in awe
Hold fast to the little lands,
little dreams more
Ever than not, in the waking up late
The owl t’whoed softly, ‘Look to your fate’
The whale swam upside them, their eyes on ascendancy, in notes of intensity, ‘Nay, this is your destiny’

Drawing done for #Inktober2018, Prompt: Tranquil

Title: Repose – cos I was listening to my sons composition, on repeat, of the same name. Sooo chill.

IW

Blurry Places

It’s a sense, a poem, a vibration. Stronger, until I run.
Run from dawn, I run to dusk;

Dusk to dawn, to night to days, the inbetween-
So perfect, it is magic.

The little wonder of rain out the blue; explanation exists to see.

Do I see?
What I want to see

Happiest believing in all that tells me they are as they are.
It is what it is.

The closer I look, the wider my vision, the less I see
When reality and make believe blur.

Blurry places make anxious.

I close myself to dream.

IW.