Jay Poem 9.

Bestowing Moonstones

You teach me how to lay life down, from high above—                           like a wire walker.

For so long, I mourned with primitive bellows.                                A manifest of a nocturnal creature, I was.

To settle my night anguish,                 you brought gifts of lights;         from color bands of moonstones. The display of my old soul: compassionate blues and purples,  passionate corals,                                   star flecks of gold,                                 and the hovering cloud-space white.

This life, the 82nd time,                       I anticipate its release.                          To be again, in the garden spectrum of orbs, vibrating higher with you. Let’s reunite, before earthly rebirth.                                 Familiarize our facet souls together, be intertwined in the ethereal expansion.

For: J.B.W.

Photo by: Erin O’ Malley                       Poem: Naomi Ruth S. W.                      Music: J Tillman Crosswinds

 

 

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Mine Na 4.

Recover the Spring

Take away the root of bitterness. Runaway from this Halloween town, where my false self resides and my child mind in code.

Always, clinging to ideals, be devoured in the fire.                          Did I sacrifice myself for another’s paradigm?                                               Like a bulimic’s excessive doodles— I’m perished in this fickleness.

I want to run on higher ground and walk among beautiful people.   And to have my heart slide down that cylinder rose.                                      In the fields of lavender, where I make conversations with Joan of Arc.

Poem: Naomi Ruth S.W.                       Photo: Pinterest

 

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