I will call him emerald eyes and ask him to keep his eyes open when I kiss him; all the better for my tired eyes to drink in the healing colour. My mouth will flower magic to give his sore throat voice. We will find each other on a blue and red day and I will be clothed in silver Goddess shine. His light will be of bright orange and yellow as a proper God. On this day we will finally discover that I was a moon who fell to earth and became a girl, and he was my sun who fell with me to become a boy. Deities grown, we will rejoin to form a rainbow.
- © Emburr Orion Starshower, October 8th, 2013
The multiversal creature in which we are all composed
of poems both joined and calmly
balanced, grounding solitary
as and how we wish,
encloses me, yet I am not trapped…..continued here
The Dark Expanse is all that is, all that has ever been, and all that ever will be. The Light Source is also all that is, all that has ever been, and all that ever will be. A vague perception, a game of time begins only as we do, and builds slowly in intensity. We are infinities of tiny lights separating gently from Sourcemotherfather. Some beings claim to be born misshapen, shoved rudely from The Dark Expanse. These Darkwalkers are barely visible, usually only seen as black, stealthy shapes blocking out the view of stars. They are mysterious, and if they grow, they grow at their own pace.
We Children of Light are diverse. Some quickly learn that they are ready, and excitedly, they become carbonbased solidpeople, and enter the Earthgame, or other planets, with joy.
Others travel, and create. Our light slowly becomes…continued here