Lunar Flower

Eternal revenance, freeflowing through heavenly stratospheres, piercing the clear-carbon sky, illuminating a path to enlightenment which is the gleam of your aether-blue eyes, halogen aquamarines, bright as an eventide oracle, alive as the surface of the sun chasing a path to the horizon. You flow like a luminary presence, an aerionic aura, a celestial omnipresent power, a sacrament of the wind. Iridescent wavelengths dance through your sable hair, curled around my fingers like calescent silk, tongue-tied in knots around my heart-strings, you've found the soft music in me. Your wings wrap around me like a ballad, shadows of worlds dancing on alabaster feathers, lulling me into the serene waters of your aqualescent gaze, velvet harmonic whispers caressing my ear.

“Don’t be afraid.”

You came to me like the energy of a million stars, freefalling fast toward dream-sequence, starscaping past the coronation of the sun, and made me your Simbelmine flower, efflorescing under lunar lightbeams. And so I bloom only for the deity of the moon, ethereal and mysterious, your rouse is of Fantasmagoria sweeping a forlorn sunrise, where I will withdraw beneath lunar flowers to await the aphelion night, when I can see you again.