The Daily Prompt #271 ~~ Moonrise Over Solaris


Moonrise Over Solaris

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Moonrise over  Solaris
Moonrise over Solaris

Enveloped in the sweet inky darkness of a sultry summer Knight his face flees from my mind as I chase it from dimension to dimension. Finally letting go I fade into Solaris laying upon her Lunar base, I allow the Moonrise and twinkling stars to seep into my flesh igniting my stigmata to flare forth into the future.

Eruptions of hot lava issue forth from every orifice. Inky Darkness remembers your hands on my thighs. Hungry Celestial eyes devouring my pheromone gaze. Samson, Know you not that your strength lies in your Night streaked Locs?

Allow the weight of obsidian rolling clouds to keep rhythm with creating volcanic galaxies. Black Unicorn Pegasus trails Midnight passion seeds pollinating transcendent universe.

I clap my hands and entire solar systems arise, new planets are life populated and dying stars alliance with more brilliant suns.

In the Dust of this Earth


Dust in the Wind….

All we are is Dust in the Wind……

http://youtu.be/bSZIq1Fr–8

Rings of Saturn
Rings of Saturn

We are Stardust fallen from Heaven.

Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more.  Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.

In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom.  You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground.  Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.

Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.

In the Dust of this Planet
In the Dust of this Planet