Starlight

Everything I Never Told You

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Sleep unraveling from her soul
She takes his hand.

They walk through a garden
at midnight

Her bare feet sinking into the
lushness of the grass.

The moon plays hide and seek
between the weeping willows.

In the morning, she won’t remember
her dream, but she will remember
a feeling and the residue of moon dust.

In a poem she’ll reflect on
how the stars drew near to her.

In words, those stars become
her constellations.

They are like a million hearts
yearning…. burning.

Her poem reaching back to
the sky. Beckoning –

-Tosha Michelle

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Author: Grandtrines

Like so many people, I am a paradox. I am a politically conservative vegetarian. I am from a Christian background, and still tend to like those values, but am a metaphysical astrologer trained in science who has an interest in the magic of ancient Egypt and a weird belief that some piece of our essence can live on a server. I live in Texas, but like chatting with my international Wordpress pals the best. I learn by teaching. Technically, I am a "Leo," but I am very, very Aquarian with a dose of Scorpio. I bitterly complain about Algol (and Algol personaliites), yet it is the one star that defines me most (other than Regulus). (Which, oddly, makes me an Algol personality.) I am a reclusive lover of peace and quiet who has the Ascendant in the Via Combusta (the most conflict ridden part of the zodiac). I am an incredibly private person with a blog with over 800 followers and 50 to 150 regular daily visitors. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

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