The Heart of the Star

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The  heart of the star
was as cold as the coldest
thing in the Universe . . .
and as she traveled through the farthest reaches
of her circles
she would watch for the blue planet
so near to that golden warmth and light - yet
so cooling and life giving,
full of ambiguities and reflections . . .
and a scent of hope . . .
countless times she traveled
from one end of darkness
to another
and all the points of light meant little
to her, nor did time have any defining . . .
but her blue planet sang to her
with a voice of pining and a resonance in depth
and a melody of longing, as its strength
would reach to cradle her,
to enfold her . . .
when time came and time again . . .
and there was a time . . . a moment
when she knew that she was captured
as she could feel the pull . . .
and the heat
build up within her heart . . .
her joy was without end . . . eternal
as the Universe,
as deep and as high as hope
and full of peace as she knew
that her long cold sojourn was over,
she skimmed and flirted along the edges
gliding into the arms of her lover . . .

Deep in the night green forest
a doe stood over her sleeping child
and watched the starlit sky,
at peace with her world
for one moment of eternity . . .
the air was still and cool
and moist with the approach of the dew . . .
the earth a velvet black
and
along the verge of the somber treetops
and the sparkling sky
shot a light of glorious brightness,
reflected in the lustrous eyes of the doe . . .
she gazed in wonder
as the streak of light reached its zenith
and then exploded
in shapes of color
and sparks of silver light
a voice cried out a song in the night
a voice of crystal vibration and then was quiet . .

when all was still once more
a scent of lavender filled the air
and a gentle breeze moved through the boughs of fir
as they leaned in against each other . . .


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