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  Sep 2019 Hirondelle
Jamison Bell
When I saw you there in the rain. The red light from the drugstore sign draped over your shoulders. Your hair clinging to your cheeks and how the raindrops fell from your lips. And I thought about what you’d said before. That time in the car.
You went out and bought that fragrance. And I remember because the sun was about to call it a night. So it kissed you on the cheeks and I could see your breath as you let out a longing sigh. Your cheeks, left in a soft crimson afterglow.
Since then. I’ve been pondering whether or not I should cut out my tongue. Lest I say those words in the wrong order. The ones that can’t be taken back. The ones that stain the fabric of what we’ve woven. Though there are times I’m sure I was working this loom alone.
And so Andromeda waltzes onto the celestial stage in a dress of light and smoke. Wistfully twirling about a star speckled landscape as mysterious as she is mesmerizing. She leaves me with an enchanting sadness.
Exhausted fingers fall in thuds on the keyboard. Tired of raging against the might of apathy they trudge through a swamp of words. Scouring the sludge in hopes of finding just the right combination.
Before the echo of an empty whiskey bottle awakens the moon again. And the coyotes emerge from the tree lines to beg the moon for forgiveness. Could you tell me again? Could you tell me why? Just one more time.
  Sep 2019 Hirondelle
Keiya Tasire
Inner Light
There are days and nights
when the smog in the city
Is so thick
You can not see the stars

Yet if you get above
The Smog
You Can See the Stars!
What to see more stars?

When meteor showers
Light up the sky
Trees pointing
To your personal star
Keep looking
And their colors will appear
Wonder-mint-fully Amazed!

For Between Heaven and Earth we stand
Under the star lite sky
Pure whole
Divine Love

Day by day
Walking between Heaven and Earth
Beneath Our Bright Star
In and out of the storm
Unaware of who we really are
Or from where we have come

Then it begins!
A stirring from deep within
Catching a glimer of awareness
Yes! There it is!!!

Our eyes begin to see
Turing from
The shadows
It is shinning!
The Power of our Star!!!

Good morning
It's a new day!
@ In Spirit
The story of our journey of coming to our own inner self awareness.
In and out of the darkness and the storms. Then re remember that we have always known how to look above the fogs into the stars. When we keep looking we begin to find  our inner light and inner wisdom.
To enjoy the video created especially for poem go to:
https://youtu.be/HPVzuVXiGZs
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