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Bleeding constellations

Nothing, not even an ocean,
can douse the weeping fire.
as thorns spear the night
blood stains a constellation

Clouds of stars swathe
reflecting only in my eyes,
goodnight mortals, sleep,
as Amun-Ra rides the light

The thousand billion orbs
contour around horizons,
I, in my robe gasp in awe
that I may bear witness

There is no sound in heaven
but that of my sighing lips,
there is no dawn on earth
but of mans own creation

Nut softly drapes the veils
crepuscular cedes to dark,
elation fills my veins, again
I meet the dim afore dawn

Holding the moon in one hand
inspiration drapes the other,
relinquishing my corporal form
I slowly vanish into the ether

Beware all you nightcrawlers
bewitching are these sights,
far consumed in this beauty
I am not made of this earth.
 
Come,
lay on this fabric brushed heaven,
Let go your chattel and worth.

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I am nights bitch, it owns my soul. - Jayne
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a serene scene of Nut overshadowing Geb,
who is portrayed as earth; in some cases, the father of [get this], Snakes! LoL
I really enjoyed this one from you. This is Seren of old, born anew.
Love and higgest bugs, ~ Geez.
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P.S. You mean [for] consumed, instead of [far] consumed?

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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I know!!! Big big smile. You know how I love the night. I think I may have been a night creature in another life. I love that at to our very core we are made of stars and I hope when I die that's where I go. Into the night sky. A shooting star blazing one last time.

Breathing new life into the night.

I love that you liked this!!! Even more so that you got my Nut reference. Absolutely chuffed.

Love and higgliest bugs Sis xoxox

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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this is sublime!

my favorite lines are:

Holding the moon in one hand
inspiration drapes the other,
relinquishing my corporal form
I slowly vanish into the ether

I have always loved the night. when I was a child, I used to crawl out of my window to the roof and stargaze! the moon and stars gave me strength and energy. this is beautiful a winner, for sure!

*love, Cat

p.s I'd love to call you "Sis"

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Sorry I went to sleep this morning. I nodded off and woke up with the phone on my chest lol.

So happy you like it, and of course you can call me Sis. It would be an honour.

Love Always Sis xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Absolutely brilliant. The one thing I’m wondering though, is it “chattel” like tangible or movable property?

Gorgeous job,
Tim

Holy crap that slipped by me, normally I'm on top of spelling thanks for the heads up.

I'm really happy you liked it!!

Love Jayne

P.s. here's a bit of trivia chattal is a place in Pakistan haha

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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