At hours past when lingers only twilight, The owl, my companion guards my nights His call an ancient song of remembrance a message from Selene of transcendence. Among the vast emptiness of life the tangible moment between seeing and sight when eyes closed I hear, I see I know, The universal energy at perfect flow Alone, is that moment, when voices I hear, closed eyes and faces so near. I’m told it is a gift to see and hear and feel, It is an existence all too real and when I say I think you… then know you are, you will, you do… For we are just energy… And I have a front row seat for the show for that is my reality.
It is believed to be an honor to ebb in sync with the moon as she waxes into her full face The ancient whispers of truth filling sisters with grace… Shamans, priestesses and healers synchronise to this cycle of blood, the red moon, ebbing and flowing outward bound darkness sung with light energy glowing.
But I would beg to differ…
An insatiable hunger holds me As my carnivorous desire drives me Rational thought now a forgotten entity, The drummer boy with blades my new reality, Seven days of sleep then seven days insomnia, I find silence now at twilight sit deep in thought throughout my night, Just me, the ham and the god danm fridge light.
Yet they say, this is a blessing the red moons energy deep within my core Empowering, releasing…
Do you see her, my goddess ruling the night skies, an inferno of energy surging through my veins… I am one, whole, the fires of pure need rise within me as her blue embrace caresses the lost embers of my spirit.
She has woken her light reigns down upon Gaia Pearlescent tears of purity giving life within the ascending beats, my Goddess, do you feel her? She rises within each of us, tickling the inner sanctuary of our soul Waking us from eternal slumber… She is the essence yin, succubus, goddess and elemental…
My twilight love dancing across stars skipping through darkness Winged horses draw forth her silver chariot as she swims through the Celestial oceans…
Blessed are those who tonight will see my queen bleed crimson hues eclipsed in a moments ethereal beauty. Blessed are those who feel without sight, her energy-their life force… Blessed are those who rise in the blue hues of Selene’s glorious night skies.
Do you see her? My Goddess rising to rule her Queen-dom Do you feel her?
Selene, do you catch the broken fragments of my thoughts, reminiscent echoes of ancient days frozen in the paths of time. My soul has aged in days gone past twilight has become my refuge. The ungodly hour of devils fun is scarred upon my wings in mottled greys of solitude. Shhh, do you hear the way my heart beats? A broken rhythm perhaps, or maybe just a forgotten hum…
Where are you when the twilight hour is upon me? Darkness lingers across my skin where your fingers trailed, dreams within. No illumination marks my sky,
Droplets of my love are carried on Selene’s tears as she spills moon beams across your night calling to you in sleeps lullaby.
For a moment, a mere wisp of time we share sleeps quarters, we traverse between the worlds, fingering the thin veil of hope… Perhaps we can share the same dream. Sit here upon this log, beneath sun filled skies and watch the horizon spreading hues of our essence wide across the universe…
Skin wore the essence of summer,
Kissed by waves, embraced by currents
A taste of salt and golden glitter.
Hair a tangled web of curls
Yellow weaves of Destiny
ocean eyes deep and fierce.
Those days were our making,
Druid souls seeped in Poseidon’s kingdom.
Bare foot stamping our mark upon this world,
etched forever into spirits
energised by Helios,
soothed by Selene
caressed upon those shores
by the oceans ebbing love.
I am lost in days silent retreat,
as Helios stands guard of vast
raging skies as evening draws,
and he bids goodbye.
My soul transcends in the way
his Amber kisses traverse
the colossal void of existence,
crimson echoes of light skipping
over atoms, submerging Gaia
in vivid hues of love,
the serenity of eve’s glow,
each pocket of colour
whispered into closed palms,
screamed to the heavens,
spoken into the tangled
strands of a love one’s hair
as Helios bids us goodnight
till morn and Selene
stirs stifling a yawn and
we sit momentarily still
paused by the beauty
of our creator, be him a he,
a her, a deity, a God or god
a messiah or Angel…
In that moment between
dusk and twilight
we find them in our prayers
they give to us a sun and moon
a reason to pause us there.