love, Lunar Poems

Cords of Light

Feeling around this darkness, alone
Except for the lasso of earthshine
All I have, are these imaginings
If I was whole;
The light would break through these craters of eyes
And the vastness of dawn would nourish
our friendship like the wildflowers

Rumi says “Submit to love without thinking, as the sun this morning rose recklessly extinguishing our star-candle minds.”

Pinhole Photograph from: I am not this body by Barbara Ess

 

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Into the Skin of Europa (series)

A Summer’s Hum

Nadiah’s Meadow – Europa Series Part 3. 

As one might bear away,
so far beyond reality
where she waits,
till dawn
with eyes wide awake listening for summer chimes, across
green meadows shimmering,
wildflowers blooming prosperity
from london’s music that fosters heartbeats, to erase aches, in her delicate crimson skin of sorrow.

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