#Cosmos #Dust #LifetimeLight #Nebula #Star #Womb
My child is sick, Brow beaded with sweat, Grey eyes lifeless, Frail little body writhing in pain… Burning up.
Slender branches bathed in sunligh… Arms reach for the skies. Carefree flutter of wings Gather around my offering, Seeds of songs in the palms
I listen to my heart beating so so… As I watch the night stroll by... Sitting next to you, side by side, But touching not quite. Lost in my own thought,
Pale turquoise-gray sea Lamenting departure that happened… Pale-gray sadness of sky Can’t stop its monotonous song Echoed in the void
Kiss the diseased petals of my lip… And say Goodbye, This fairy tale is over. My consciousness fades, Delirium fog is drawing the curtai…
Claws of the night are long, And terrors of darkness have eyes, Winds of the storm had blown Starling nest from its branch. Two orphan younglings left
Fellow traveler, Don’t play hide-n-seek with the U… It will outsmart you. With our feet bound by gravity We won’t reach wisdom of stars.
Time is arrested For a millisecond, A pause between What was and what will be. Pen quivering
Her life was not a poem But the nails that hold a house to… Her young years are shrouded in my… There are no old faded photographs Of a young beautiful face,
I look for my star in the night sk… That same one that announced my bi… My celestial twin and companion, My guide. But I can’t see her,
You come with the sunrise to worsh… Disturbing my sanctuary of dreams. Like a beggar on the steps of Hou… You stay at my feet, Soul hungry for sustenance
Don’t call me your angel I’m no shimmering white apparition… I am a silver haired she-devil Pulling you into maelstrom Of feelings, sensations
I have devised a thousand smiles To speak in place of words, But there is a special smile of qu… I have, that’s only meant for you.… I’ll save it for the day of our me…
Unicorns still do exist They are not born, or seen in thei… No one has met a star-white, one h… In this age they are being sent fr… ©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2014
There is a ghost in the house, A persistent memory Of gold and orange, Of heavy paws and breathing And the intent 'good morning’ star…