Celestial Series

[sanmagic7]

Moon

The shiver of moon glides across the heavens, inviting us to partake of its story.  If we have enough imagination, we will shine in the Cheshire flight and be reboldened.

Night strikes, and those filled with fright run to the nearest canister of painless and pointless.  Beneath their shawls of dressing games, they twirl the dervish of their own facility and, holding tightly, they remain alone.

Boasting and broasting in the blight of day, they weave their glories of those sights unseen, choosing lip gloss instead of the clear red of vulnerability.  A thread of happiness floats by in a dream and can therefore never heholden in the hands of the tossed.

O, that our eyes could be cleansed by the streams of fears that dandle us in their trees.  Perhaps then we would hush the clouds and allow the beams of moon to erase the creases beneath which we had hidden.


Sun

The wondrous lightness of the sun erases the gloom of doom from millions of places, yet it also blinds those who would stare too long, hoping to catch the flight of words to express their joy.  They would be sorely strong.

Too many view shadows as a starkness of vision that rains on their charade instead of the glowing vacuum that allows them to value their slight.  We are none of us entirely whole, no matter how many smiles we run for the bus.  Within the stark is our chance to delve deeply into our seeing.

Once past the fright of the dimly lit, our eyes refocus and our sighs enjoin with the enigmas of paradox and paradigm.  We can finally wonder at the schisms, caverns, and canyons that enfold our spirit as it was meant to shine.

Don't let the shadows frighten you, but enlighten, too.  After all, they are merely the slim side of the sun, as beautiful in their own sight as we could ever thrive to be.


Stars

One sees stars twinkling in the eyes of certain persons, not from any reflection of the night sky, but from the infection of the bright of heart and home.

The light that shines from within is one of luminosity and love, whether it be toward sand shifting, a treasured tome, or a finally found friend.  There is no depth too deep to nurture this trove and review in amazement what it could possibly repeal.  Answers are insignificant and disqualified.

Heaven and help wrap themselves around the being having the forbearance to stake their lives on the wearing and daring to strike out into the darkness.  Wichita may be safe, but the battleship Maine conjures up the challenge of seeing anew the world of compromise.
Throw your own flare into the bereft and disappointment discovered along the fray, in order to access your stars sprinkling from rags to riches.  Once done, you will never be tame again.

[Deep Blue]

I adore each one of these and love them even more together 

[sanmagic7]

thanks, db - very sweet of you to say so. 

i wrote these many years ago.  they still spoke relevantly to me today when i found them by accident, so decided to post them.  thank you, again.

[LilFace]

Wow. Beautiful. Lyrical. Soulful. Sweet. And with a depth of feeling and understanding that transcends the gulf between strangers. Bless you.

[sanmagic7]

thank you so much for your kind words, lilface.  truly appreciated.