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The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do
The owl and I
We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky,
The heavens above and together we see
We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise,
Sighing into deeper hues until they merge
Merge with the water drained cerulean tiredness of those many underbellies as if
As if the fresh colour can soothe the storm resting within.

The skies breathe down cool air, crisp . . . and clear
It touches everything
With something more than just life,
Carries with it the promise of tomorrow,
The foreshadowing of nature’s style awakening after the long winter’s cooling embrace.

As if she can barely contain her urge to scream
Scream out in freedom
As if she can barely contain her cries of stretching

Stretching out toes and fingers
Revelling in the these her first movements that bring

Bring forth the blooming promise
Whispered in the sky of summer’s raining sheaths of tresses caressing

Caressing this hungry earth.
With all the tired souls falling rapt by the newly forgotten tears

Tears still lingering in the lightly licking touches of grass yawning from sleep.
Yawning from sleep.
Beneath the timid warmth of our stretched out toes
When our souls are tickled

Tickled by the dew dropped eyelashes of the earth.

And . . .

And as always the moonset vanishes for this first kiss is only false
One like the first rays of dusk across the night swept sky and lands lingering
Lingering beneath the moon’s subtle glow,
That false dawn with all its memories intact of yesteryear.

Where once walked the souls of children undreamed
When we were young in the expanse of this our home
When the dirt beneath our bare feet was still untouched by time

And this

This is what I see in the sighing

Sighing of the midnight star.

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