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Lunar Woven
Celestial entanglement.
Aetherial knots.
In heavenly fires,
Burst the nova of aura.
Wind streams woven,
Between my knuckles.
Terraformed opinion,
Of sentient flora.
With seeds that play like chimes,
And stars that ring like bells.
The widow weaves her dream catcher.
Peek of the Moonchild,
Beams her glance.
She will not gleam, unless you tempt her.
Eclipse spills coronal rays.
The alter of her halo.
The spool unwinds,
Crocheting in fable.
Gathering what i am able.
Pebbles to create ripple,
In the moonstone pond.
Mirroring the celestial entangle.
Her grey hair whispers,
Unfurled sweep, she spins to dance.
Tiptoeing on the water's surface.
The lotus blooms.
Connecting to aetherial knots.
As i stare in awe with open jaw at my purpose.
Cherry blossom raindrops.
Low light in nocturnal blanket.
I gaze upon amazed from where i worship.
Braided growth of vines.
The petals hover in paused time.
The sands of hourglass rewinds.
Blessed by such a soul divine.
Aetherial knots.
In heavenly fires,
Burst the nova of aura.
Wind streams woven,
Between my knuckles.
Terraformed opinion,
Of sentient flora.
With seeds that play like chimes,
And stars that ring like bells.
The widow weaves her dream catcher.
Peek of the Moonchild,
Beams her glance.
She will not gleam, unless you tempt her.
Eclipse spills coronal rays.
The alter of her halo.
The spool unwinds,
Crocheting in fable.
Gathering what i am able.
Pebbles to create ripple,
In the moonstone pond.
Mirroring the celestial entangle.
Her grey hair whispers,
Unfurled sweep, she spins to dance.
Tiptoeing on the water's surface.
The lotus blooms.
Connecting to aetherial knots.
As i stare in awe with open jaw at my purpose.
Cherry blossom raindrops.
Low light in nocturnal blanket.
I gaze upon amazed from where i worship.
Braided growth of vines.
The petals hover in paused time.
The sands of hourglass rewinds.
Blessed by such a soul divine.
Published 29th Jul 2020
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29th Jul 2020 4:48pm
You’ve painted gorgeous scenery of a stolen moment here. I can picture the moon, the cherry blossoms, the reflection in the water. Peaceful and serene, yet powerful in its imagery. You play with your words like no one else I know. Beautiful work. Your muse is a lucky soul ♥️
7th Aug 2020 3:58am
Thank you so incredibly much.
Though no picture painted compares to such a muse as mine.
Though no picture painted compares to such a muse as mine.
