My soul is getting restless
Wishing to sail away
Far from mortal misery
the earthy fear and woes
but waiting here as human
with no way to call to home
Searching every corner hoping
that hiding somewhere deeply
It will find the a map, the gateway too,
a way across the sea of stars
to sail back to its celestial home
with you
the galaxy will be ours.

©LadyofRavenhill 3.13.17

We are all children of the universe
As much trees as we are stars

Our roots grow
And bear fruit
Our seedlings sprout
We are like the trees

Our eyes wink like stars
Shine brightly
And then go out
We are shooting stars

We are all made of pollen and stardust
Children of the forest and the sky

©LadyofRavenhill 3/9/17

Today I am
The beaming rays of the Sun
And soft glow from Moon

Heat within the hearth fire
Lightning’s very spark
The speed behind the wind
The bottom of the sea

Unyielding as the summit
Earth’s shear strength of will
The spirit inside of courage
And the caress of rolling tears

Today I am
The embodiment of the stars
And tomorrow you will be too

© Ladyofravenhill 2/26/18

The past just a memory
The future only a fantasy
The now, this very moment
Here in your arms
Our essence becomes one
Without worry or regret
We soar over the void
and commune with the infinite

@LadyofRavenhill 01/24/17

Bright and open to bold new worlds
Gold laden galaxies of glass, swirled
With emerald rings of the infinite
Darkness and unknowable wonders,
Gazing back, so beautifully intimate,
Calling through space and time,
viewing the universe reflected in hers

@LadyofRavenhill 1/6/17
JDK Jan 2017

I know how to grab your attention,
but I'm not sure how to keep it,
so I'll keep this as shallow as I can before diving into the deep end.

I know how to bob and weave,
but I'm not sure what I believe in.
Something to do with the conservation of energy, I think;
expending it in a dream-like series of experiences before eventually going back to being a part of Everything.

I know how to cut a rug,
but . . . well actually I don't think I know what that means.
Hang on while I look it up:

To dance.
"Twenty disco classics on one CD. Now there's music to cut a rug to."
Usage notes: also used in the form cut a mean rug ( to dance very well): "This flamenco dancer cuts a mean rug."

I want to feel the glory
of the thing that is breathing
Not to take for granted that
my heart continues to beat
rather I am waiting for the day
it will finally stop this pounding

I search for true cold to invade my bones
Or the joyous passion of true love’s heat
In the pit of my stomach, deep
that won’t let me sleep
If I could only ache of yearning
for connection with another’s eager skin

To smile when I feel goose bumps
rise on my pale uncovered skin
As the cold winter rains
soak through silk night clothes
Or morning Sun sending
its cosmic rays from space
To kiss my cave dwellers skin
with a touch of golden life
and a dream that there could be more

I want to comb the Sun’s blonde fire hair
Instead of only dreaming of the stars
That we are all stardust
We can breathe in magic of life
That I will one day be free
Of this life that requires so many
deep and sorrowful breaths

@LadyofRavenhill 1/1/17
Tamal Kundu Dec 2016

I walk among stars,
my vibrant soul resonates
their brilliant symphony.

It tells the story
of us, each reaching out for
the divine in the other.

Form: Sedoka

His blue eyes were spies
Sending all our memories
To the Universe.

@LadyofRavenhill 12/19/2016
Haiku #13

Did you know?
We are all made of stardust,
Every moment in time
holds millions of miles,
And gravity is just glue
made of our dreams.

@LadyofRavenhill 12/13/16
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