God promised us a rainbow. I'm not sure how very often. But within the realms of mist and on the spherical edge of magic and illusion, a sort of transparency illuminated our sky's with the rays of sunshine. invisible archs of color. perhaps segmenatlly from here to there. perhaps if we get there in time, to the end..perhaps we would be blessed. all science and magic and biblical wonder started a search. a ray of hope in the quantam field of personal aurical bubbles. a simple and fun race over the rainbow. Perhaps some days the rainbow was spherical. Now this was my dream. For me to miss you on the other side of the world...well ..did we share the same moon? all I could hope was that near dusk or dawn...that maybe we'd sneak out in the mist sky. As if earth Had its own personal death mist. like tears of weapons. as wit be to the arch angel Michael in heaven . for God me and you. And this longing I had to hug you... I hoped God's rainbow would reach all across the expansion. through the waters above and below. Even to touch a star, maybe. as if to embrace the temporary coreless earth. a whole in it's aching heart. shuddering...like me. I hoped that rainbow could rap the whole earth in a hug and then some. and that maybe one day both you and me would catch that rainbow segmenatlly like a pyrimidical v. as the line ups of birds migrating for the winter. we would both look up. our heart strings would shoot up. The eyes of our bodies would light up our darkness so subtely. ( as so darkness could still exist) and instead of you being dawn. and me being dusk. we would be hovering darklitness. 2 heart strings and lamp for God. connecting to dusk and dawn and landing on His promise. as if to hug him back and let him know. we thank you. we knowtice. we love you to the ends of the rainbow and back.
I miss you.
you?
and anyways. what would they do with a pot of gold anyways. do they wouldn't know the fire to kindle. the thorns or thistles to burn. the sacred spice IS ALL SPICE. And the time is always morn.
like joy. joy comes in the morning and they say fears at nights? But who is they? and {k}no{w}.
I love you rainmost.
this fear I fear. is a reef. for all oceans spelled , or trees of the wisest night leaves.
tree. stars.
((dear petri, I stick out my light for you. ))
my belief is that very rarely God does let the rainbow have an end. the most won't find it and I mournish for them. But YOU. ARE GOOD. and rayne Babies God gives for us. some call the survivors rainbow babies. well you. you are my rayne.
24. November 2021 20:53 0 Bericht Einbetten 0so the moon is full. and I'm dabbling on the most dangerous of lines because oh my me. ive so so much to learn. then I get to teach forgive. and hopefully sooner than those, love you . like relieve every ounce of your stress and have you timid. at me. because of all the ways that love can be.
it's no surprise that I alone . not sure who shares my wavelength. ...but even if anybody WAS like me. the people wouldn't let them.
so I sneak out if an empty house. brave the beautiful creatures of the night. and my hearthowels ... at my moon as you know, this is my favorite way to strip myself . one soul clothing piece at a time. and since I'm lonely. and the moon doesn't quite shine as brightly unless one is looking at it.. I cuddle with her fingerprints.. the waves of her presence . silent, yet bold. and sometimes wind can't even touch them.
and how does her dust settle? does it evolute without me? does God let her wave life into clay so I won't cry and flood the seas or the sky?
that's none of my business.
but if I was to insist on immortality, i would wait forever. human amounts of patience. a d.o.c. because these entitled boring human beings.
if immortality was aye, I'd probably never seem to run out of things to create
looking upon my bare feet and the dirt between me .touch to sense. but dare I think. I am dirt. unevoluted and waiting for you. and space dust. I am carbon also.
I've spoken animatedly to inanimate objects theyve yawned and stretched their petals and their roots would regroup and take reroot. .
tu manques!, even if you were watching me I'd have to dance. tu manques is perfect for us and all the earth. for the poison I breathe out she seeks out and oxygen. for we.
I told you a pesky virus like substance could find its place. for all unexplored . And including space
lace you're fingers into mine. were the missing lynx. nothing quite like being. exactly where we are.
to mirror the earth as yourself.
instead of mirring ugly things
this is why as an original carbon copy. I fear not the pressure it takes to shine like a diamond.,.
or a star!
with her gentle patience ebb and flow.
teach me this way!
and remember
whether waxing or waning or hanging down low.
tu manques.
to me,you're always full.
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