Dream Waltz

 

.....

They dance.

She twirls, as he caresses.

He caudles her efflorescence

and

sets the tone,

embodies and balances with 

scales of mystery and secrets unknown.

She flourishes in this heaven

of ageless suspension

and bubbles from her innermost depths to 

secrete with agape 

the sustenance that nourishes her very 

existence,

and all 

borne through her

exquisite yet deeply penetrating

enchantment.


 

Ninety five times her size,

a faint ring of the sickle, 

his spiraling girth grazes

her pale blue essence 

and Moon 

as she succumbs to honor

her rightful place within the 

gentle folds of aethereal frolic

and

cosmic majesty

 

 The Earth from Saturn

(The Earth and her moon as seen from Saturn)

 

Celestial breath

 to be mimicked

in every dimension

through inexplicable

phases and stages,

raptures, junctures, 

combustions, 

and culminations

of astral storms.

Pulsating in unison 

to the 

rhythm of all that is,

and all that was,

and what will be.


*

*

 

 The thunderous,

clamoring

enigma 


of

 

silence 

 

heard only among 

the timelessness 

that man can 

but only dream 

to touch.  

*

That which he may have no 

knowledge

of,

but can only

live

for the

dance. 

 

 

07/28/2013 ©

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Photos by NASA, and pbs.org.

 

About the Earth....and Saturn

 

Poem inspired mostly by teachings of Astrotheology by Santos Bonacci

http://www.universaltruthschool.com/

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Thank you for the wonderful trip through the cosmos

Thank you for sharing  the wonderful trip through the cosmos. Reminded for the umpteenth time how microscopic my existence is !!!!! PS : Great illustrations & presentation too !!


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Thanks for reading, Bishu.

Thanks for reading, Bishu. Yes, me too. I am beginning to think it is our thoughts that are taking up all the space. We need more trashcans in the world, maybe?  ;-)

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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How about a trash orbit dedicated to trashwriters like me

How about a trash orbit /site dedicated to trashwriters like me. I'll start praying for one............ Then, maybe it can keep my conky thoughts away from people. Sometime ppoem members/readers may regret why they logged in when they come across my piecesCool


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I love your querky writing

I love your querky writing and sense of humor Bishu! I think others do too. It is difficult to find originality these days and stay in the confines of what is 'appropriate'. You might think the entire world goes by a 'caste' system at times. LOL

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "