Bejeweled night sky,
with its stars a glistening.
radiate like waves in a dark blue sea.

Mr. Moon
becomes like mighty spider
spinning a loving ray
calling all to glance.

Stars vibrate in
Vortex of smiles
as paper thin clouds
drift cross sky.

Mistress sun is busy sleeping
as it shines hidden
becoming backdrop
for the stars glimmer.

The night is young
and I am wandering in a field of no sleep.

When I die
I shall go
to the banquet
Hall of Eternity.

Where a paradise exists
as deep and beautiful
like hearts ocean.

A place where love
penetrates the atmosphere.
And stardust
energies whisper
inside the realm of no time.

Where freedom and peace
is the golden thread
entwined inside  
hallways of The Divine.

Where I shall awaken
to have  grand feast
where dishes are fuel
for enlightenment.

“Everybody is ones teacher”
Echoes the trees
as I sit in listening mode..

Even the birds chine in
with a blessing tune.

And sometimes the thunder storm
from Mister Thunder  Cloud
who teaches the hardest lesson.

But where theres a tear theres
healing long awaited for
comes and then
a rainbow forms.

It has been forgotten
that stars sparkle
because they are innate
specks of light and love.
Specks that fall upon all
integrating inside
the human form.

Feel it.
Embrace it.
Savor it.
Be the light you are.

I carry a rainbow in my heart.
Red like a juicy apple of wisdom.
Orange to paint my dreams.
Yellow as the radiant sun
Green to dance on sacred land of Mother
Blue as deep as the oceans sky.
Purple to aid humanity.

I carry a rainbow in my heart
one that holds infinite possibilities
inside love.

I am a star
in my own right
glistering and shining
inside vast
Universe.
I glow with ambers
to launch dreams.
Vibrate light
to be a living
compass.
etch my brightness
into a dark night sky.

I am a shinning star
pulsating to find
a planet sidekick
to carry my heart.

I trapeze with breath and eyes
cross page of write
It tickles in a golden tone
that opens heart.

I swing from word to word,
Phase to phase,  
and Verse to Verse.

I glide in a place
where there’s no time
but for the bird
who whistles at dawn.

I trapeze graceful
with gratitude
for a poets treasure
that graces the mind.