Star Watching

I am such a moon struck human (who swallows lots of cumin) but stars, they have their way (a potter throwing clay) of making souljumps proper Like hippie Dennis Hopper I calculate recourse (after said divorce) from unsung heroes gaunt who still think they have, and flaunt what they don't have but wish for Ponce de Leon's kiss or a deal with Devil Jaunt... just what I'm speaking of...(is maybe truth thereof) the rings of Saturn deep (within swirl patterns neat) a wanton cherry bowl...with pits extracted whole... a-rousing house of cards, that make buildings out of shards of old lives brought anew like Merlin and his crew... to reach the sword from stone be it together or alone I challenge you tonight and offer you Unite an offer you can't cajole for it remains open to yr soul... so reach for fate and pull to see if it's yr will to be the King (rrr queen) of kingdoms unforeseen wherein we sleep to rest like babies on the breast of mother nature's nurture I'm the seeker - yr the searcher of peace and finality of grace and serenity of water calm and warm of honey from the swarm I lay to sleep this nye...and wish for you to join... with me, the moon, and night - a slot with dropping coin...