Stardust Upon Crimson Lips

They fell like stardust

past crimson lips crooning Her lover’s lullaby.

Golden embers that sleep tenderly within fertile furrows

Lustrous, longing, lingering;

supple and sweet She shuts Her eyes.

With ribbons adorned, She dances a Seasons’ song.

And upon still nights whispers dreams into the ear of transience.

Mortality clings to the breeze

Floating leaves, frail and ingenuous.

Arms that reach

Up.

They try to hold;

To grasp.

To plea.

The wheel she turns, cyclic and true, can all behold this life anew.

Sunlight kissed by the midnight sky,

transform and transcend;

prejudice tumbles

Down.

Like stardust it falls,

crimson lips that passion beholds.

Heed this Goddess cry.