Evening stars blissful in ethereal light
Scatter twilight on our drunken shadows
Sedating our ponderous turmoil on earth.
Glance to these celestial beings
In manner of thought
Guide us home
As we pass through your vastness of celestial air
Reminiscent impressions of self portraits
Without physical or worldly possession.
How glorious is such a presence
To behold unto the darkest of nights
Worthy of our attention
Beckoning our desire to awaken
Beyond what we try to imagine.
We are so close
If only we permit ourselves to do so
To tranquil our hearts
Relinquish our thirst from countless restless nights
Suppress our power to possess
That we long to touch in our dreams.
© Linda Moon