Echo Muses

Motherly Heliotrope

The colors of autumn
Where are they now?
Desaturated and lost in the waves of sight

Pass the forest and come to the purple door,
Three knocks to come forth,
To the stoney garden of the lady with jars

Lost in pensive thoughts, spilled out in tender rains, into the caldron of the cosmos
Cast a bond towards jove…. impart the love of a mother

As purple sage burns the diminishment of pain, and what remains,
Purple ash is scattered from the hands of a mother
Saturating the earth, to spring forth a cathedral of amethyst trees

Halloween spell for : Gina@Singledust

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Jay Poem 4.

Amethyst August

She dreamt of an August night,   red and blue run across his chest.
binding his heart to bleed amethyst.

Once, he lied in her lap, sank in the fragrance of sunflowers.                 He stretched out upon her, like he was lying on the cool meadow ground of Colorado.

His hand danced in hers,               her slender fingers                          bended and bounded, in his mind.

She never got to kiss him on a starlit August night.                         For the stars, scattered…       forever a mess.

He always remains, in the age of twenty-four, and she is no longer the child.

Poem and Art by: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.

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