Supine, looking at the sky
I’m on a hill, where daisies with the breeze
are dancing. I see birds and wish to fly -
to soar with them with joy and great ease.
Supine, with my heart in flight,
I’m flirting with the clouds surrounding me.
My spirit’s wings reach a lofty height.
Now higher than the birds, I soar free.
Supine, dreamily I glide.
The sun is sliding down, and I am one
with hues rose-red and tangerine, I ride
a radiant ray of the setting sun.
Supine, I’m falling to sleep.
I dream I am a goddess, and her name
is Luna. Underneath me shadows creep.
My reign of star-filled night I now reclaim.
In the stillness of a new moon night,
I lie supine, gazing at the celestial light,
Millions of stars, galaxies, and planets afar,
I ponder the mysteries of life, both near and far.
I wonder what becomes of souls when they depart,
Folklore whispers they ascend to the stars in the chart,
Do they feel lonely, yearning to reunite,
With their beloved ones, under the moon's gentle light?
As the day unfolds, the stars slowly fade away,
Descending to Earth, in ashes they lay,
But on a full moon, my beloved, so fair,
She asked me if she outshines the moon up there.
With love in my heart, I responded with delight,
"When I see you, my dear, the moon loses its sight,
Your radiance outshines the celestial sphere,
In your presence, the moon becomes crystal clear."
So, in the midst of the night's celestial show,
I lie supine, with love's enchanting glow,
For when I gaze upon my beloved's grace,
The moon itself finds solace in second place.
Three times it happened, all connected,
Transcending time and space,
Ignited by the key ingredients -
A tree and sky above my face.
Looking up through skeletal winter branches,
The leaves had dropped off of each bone,
The third time I was with a cherished friend,
The others, I was alone.
Rock 'n roll poets played the stinging soundtrack,
Very clear, yet very low.
The second time the music played in my head.
The others were the stereo.
Above, a patchwork of blue polygons,
Each a different shape.
My eyes traced the branching borderline.
What I'd caught could not escape.
Those bare boughs and branches were the border
Of my roots in the earth below
And the greater spiritual universe
As time was moving slow.
I was no longer lost, no longer running,
Gazing skyward, I was found.
The quiet energy in me was stunning
As I looked up from the ground.
I saw that I was sad, but not bewildered.
Yet, too, I was wild, and I was free.
I was young and I was old, feeling bleak and cold,
But I was real, and it was me.
silvered spires stand tall
over alabaster floor
silence whispers awe
Her unassailed Highness sleeps
belly upturned
in fretful repose
Garnished green, by a faerie ring
bare and barren
laid out for a spell
Majestic head in verdant bed
Impromptu eyeful
a cameo gaze
black and white, by degree
Covert, supine
pussyfoot queen
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