A fleet of Moon's spears
Swoop down on shadows of night
Like silver dragons

A ****** of crows
Rupture the sky asunder
Devoid of mercy

People scatter IFs
In the most fertile farmland
They refuse to grow

Let us open with wine
The window of mind
Toward Love's breeze
The sea of halcyon dreams
With ships of golden shadows
And pearls of dusky hue
Let us ditch compass
And sail the dark
In formless fleece of faith
Love is winking
Through the clouds
Of pride and spleen
Waiting
To patch our wounds
And dispatch us
To autumnal bliss
Hallelujah...

At her first touch,
the flesh scattered
into ethereal fragments,
unchaining an immortal soul.

My favourite constellation is Orion.
I like it first and foremost
because on a cold clear winter night
it is easy to find in the sky.  
The four corner stars are very bright.

Once you find it
and your eyes adjust to the darkness,
you can discern his belt,
the three dimmer stars across the middle.

If you keep looking
and the night is just right,
you can see his dagger hanging off his belt:
even dimmer stars in a column.

And on very special nights,
far from cities and stress
you can actually see the Great Orion Nebula -
a cloud of interstellar gases
where stars are actually born.

With each thought we share,
each story, picture and sound,
we see a little more of each other.  
I am certain if we keep looking,
on a very special night,
far from our daily lives,
we will discover the universe together.

Just remember that
Although you may feel insignificant
So do the stars
But look at how together
Those scattered moondusts
Light up the night sky
So beautifully

Here in the desert
it's been raining
on and off
            for days
making the succulents and cacti
glisten with wetness
their thick skin sparkles
and catches nature's ironic eye
flowers and plants shine
so much better in the half-grey
Here in the prehistoric depths
Of rocky whitewash and silt
             flash floods rush through
flushing out all guilt
         And inside
a raging storm commences
and I feel so blessed
to be a part of this celebration
my lungs expanding in my chest
I breathe in deep
that fresh purity of air
let it cleanse right through me
from my toes up to my hair
It rushes in my body
taking no prisoners in its force
flows through every vein
cleansing poisons in its course
its power flows into me
washing out this stubborn pain
Turning the confusion
                     into clarity again
From inside subconscious thoughts
           realization thunders
rinsing from my mind
                 the emotional strain
and replacing it with euphoric wonders
Come, my raging desert tempest
Bathe me
       penetrate me with wet
restore and purify
my being
take over and disinfect
let me feel my own strength
until it pours out from my cells
into the space inside my heart
where love and lust still dwell
My tears mingle with the sweet drops
                as I fling arms open to the sky
releasing strikes of lightening
for every word I cry
as I summon, pray for lightness
mixed with the sturdiness of earth
Let joy rise up and bubble
within my being
as rebirth

Rare Misty mornings

Birds chirpy pecking happy

Worms stay up longer