There is something in the air no more ice nor vampire lairs The sun rules over night and brings forth all things bright And the flowers greet him with glee all shining and rising among the **** As the maiden smiles to her tummy her child smiles back in the shape of a bunny It's the breath of spring, balance and growth with it brings So let us blossom my dear make our intention and power clear
Merry Ostara to all who celebrate. To those who don't, I wish you to blossom this spring
Lonesome in the moonlight thinking only of your kisses missing the levity, missing the pivotal moment where I open eyes to two who stare in mine and return to Earth as ash as we both burn up as we turn to stars mimicking, a little bit, the husks of human flesh we were And I'm surrounded, and I drown in the affectations of a denomination out of touch or too in tune Pull me ever down Under the riptide To be so suffocated Between the dead-- not deities.
she colored space-time into her hair using only a paintbrush and patience strand by strand she formed it: the glistening planets and stars that are of her own mind neurons shooting like rockets envisioning the galaxies that, built from her hands, exploded from nothing into everything, tangible but free, whispering red gold light
she wrote out the oceans using her hands lakes rivers and streams, and the lands along the edges word by word she poured it: the life of each puddle turned into clay creatures that breathed reality existing like trees on the vast new savannas living freedom that, carved from her fingertips, developed happiness and sorrow, careful but real, eating their new knowledge
she gave birth to gods from her parted lips speaking out deities and auras making the small assertion: that life came from her and all things by her but the life she loves had long since forgotten the green of her eyes and the red rock of her skin, her writings and whispers floating throughout the summer smog so she roared in the thunder and the rushing waves for her children and worlds to listen but they could no longer hear, and she was left lost and awaiting, wrapped in her own space-time hair