Your lunar crescent dips
beside my tide, your moon glow lips, rippling,
slips me into a deep, watery sleep.
I am but a dancer beside you; your third eye glares into me:
spectacular stars in twilight;
swirls entrance like Starry Night in Van Gogh's day dreams.
Come dream with me!
Come cleaner than the day you were conceived.
Show me the face that you had before you were born.
Closer, we combine the forces of nature: sublime.
We, in One Self
unfold as the universe unfolds.
Sweet trinity, holy inspiration,
that those stars would gaze upon me,
and I those stars.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Your lunar crescent dips
beside my tide, your moon glow lips, rippling,
slips me into a deep, watery sleep.
I am but a dancer beside you; your third eye glares into me:
spectacular stars in twilight;
swirls entrance like Starry Night in Van Gogh's day dreams.
Come dream with me!
Come cleaner than the day you were conceived.
Show me the face that you had before you were born.
Closer, we combine the forces of nature: sublime.
We, in One Self
unfold as the universe unfolds.
Sweet trinity, holy inspiration,
that those stars would gaze upon me,
and I those stars.
extraordinary complexus
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