She was the ***** of creation,
and her milk seeded the stars.
Purity of white feeding light
into the endless darkness..
Her hair weaving
the constellations together,
a thread of intricate gravity.
Holding every moment
in a unity of creation.
Gazing upon the her gown,
supernovas bursting forth,
the old giving new beginnings to
woven designs, drawn up
before the first stars shone forth..
A mother of a universe, of old and new.
For even one day she will pass,
but until that time she will be the milk
suckling the stars to a life of new birth.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
She was the ***** of creation,
and her milk seeded the stars.
Purity of white feeding light
into the endless darkness..
Her hair weaving
the constellations together,
a thread of intricate gravity.
Holding every moment
in a unity of creation.
Gazing upon the her gown,
supernovas bursting forth,
the old giving new beginnings to
woven designs, drawn up
before the first stars shone forth..
A mother of a universe, of old and new.
For even one day she will pass,
but until that time she will be the milk
suckling the stars to a life of new birth.
