The Stars, Her Eyes

The very stars were her eyes one night, as she claimed the cosmos' starlight for her own, ascended to her ultimate feminine grace, mounted upon a celestial starlight throne. She looked up to the sky and spoke to them, the stars that twinkled just above her brow, as twilight starlight spoke in semiphore, and revealed to her through their starlight language, the secrets of all things both known and unknown. All this came upon her wistfully, as she sighed the very essence of starlight into her waiting lungs, constellations constellating themselves in her psyche, their stories connecting together in ethereal patterns of ahhhs and aums. Her eyes twinkled, as starlight sprinkled its wisdom upon her, and she signed the deepest of sighs as she settled into her celestial throne, bemoaning all the nights that came before this, in which starlights wisdom hadn't sparkled in her eyes and through her psyche roamed. What a world she had beheld in the Irises in her magical spacelit eyes, the sighs of starlight heaving in her starfilled lungs, as she felt Heavens oums and ahhhs settle upon her, making her cry in joy and ecstasy, starlight dissolved behind the sacred space of her third eye. As she went to bed she cried that night, as she felt the starlight pass its way, the starlight and its wisdom dissolving away like a dream; the yearn for this knowledge, it caused her tears like starlight to run in a luminous stream, and she dreams of a hope one night, that one night she may capture that starlight again, nurse it as a lover, so that once more and forevermore, she may wake with the gift of starlight in her eyes... Copyright © 2013 Robert Matejko