merging stars

you are like an elixir

and we are merging stars

in one stolen breath at 8.24

abandon to beautiful

then hours of sweet alone


stretched and alive

quiet but for the soaring song of birds

and the sound of worship

pushing from my body in waves of deep base invitation

softly stroking ancient pain

meeting myself in a dark alley

the alchemy of blending stars

making new light


Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

2 thoughts on “merging stars

  1. Poet, you’re a true Goddess. But I think you already know that. I never find a single issue in the way you string words together, they’re just perfectly connected and of course that word should follow the previous one… it’s just make so much sense. You just make so much sense, and yet you put me in a place that I completely can’t define.


    1. it’s a place called


      it is an amazing place. It is who I am

      there are others who have enough awareness of the same, swirling deep within, underneath the matrix of contrast, to recognise it

      it sends us into a frenzy when we see it
      we feel it
      its like the sensation of a singing triangle
      it makes us NEED to write something that hasn’t been written
      but it is uncapturable yin
      it is


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