Nebula, they call you. Or maybe, simply, Dreamer...
Nebula, They Call You
Our Celestial Quilt
Each day we're woven into the celestial quilt...
Heart of Gold
A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear But of naught else would I have mine crafted Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted Diamonds won't break, neither can they be reshaped Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed Of the precious metals, many... Continue Reading →
Sidereal Kiss, Pt.II
The way the aurora pulsed along your back Fitting in-between your shoulder blades Massaging your neck How, for a moment, your toes curled and you gasped Bitter cold tide caressing your sides These symptoms, my beck I became time making senses dull and wrack Fluid comets nipping your jawline Stars come to collect It all starts spinning, this stellar... Continue Reading →
Sidereal Kiss
I wish you would sigh When you look to the sky Think of you and I How the stars blushed that night We've got nothing left to hide Over Love, we preside If a kiss makes a star shine We made a galaxy that night Planet
December Rose 