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Love floats on astral tides
as if the world was flat
and the waves stopped
waiting patiently

for the moon or a star

to leap.


Then, rethinking the spaces,

the star falls into a pond 
and, holding her breath,
rises and floats.


Stella L. Crews





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Oh yes... I love

Oh yes... I love this...


May I?


A lucid inhale insues.

paused waves stir.

Sent to catch like a gossamer net,

but crested foam spires buckle;


sparkling imposters of night diamonds

pulled and glistened

Lunas accord sings

And in that waking moment


she danced with churning tides.






"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.


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Yes You May!

I miss A.T.

Sailed on: "...imposters of night diamonds." That line is sooooooo yes! - This poem shadows mine quite nicely, precisely. Thanks fo the life-time floating around in this well penned spiraled chasm. Love it ~A~


Lady A