STARLIGHT’S DAUGHTER IN MOONLIGHT
A little face peers from behind the tall flowers
that only grow in dreams eyes illuminated like shining diamonds beneath the
starlight blink and catch mine of gold. We smile and hold hands for a moment I touch
her hair an embrace her to my body that she grew from then I let her go and
into the night she returns on her walk through the flowers. She turns once more and waves her long hair
streaming behind her; we look the same that way long hair hers golden mine red
shining eyes bright smiles pale luminous skin.
Skinny girl baby all puckered came out and heard my
voice she stopped and looked at me and midnight colored eyes looked at me almond
shaped like mine examining her mother intently; taking a very intense look at
me. Shocked me that child. Skinny with long fingers and toes nursed all
day long and grew longer and longer did not have much desire to hold any cute
baby chub very little unlike her brother who reveled in rolls on his arms legs every
where.
She grew fast and here eyes lightened formed white
stars in them they began like blueberries and kept whitening to diamonds
shining in Starlight.
My daughter also knows cold fire since age eleven
she studied with me and disappeared practicing the Merkaba I taught her many,
many times as I watched her. Like her
brother died in a car accident last life left three babies behind alone with the
dad. So slender and it was like a part
of her was left behind with them when she came to me a part of her mad with fever
at times of emotions looking at emotions squashed with drink in that life fighting
with the drinking husband now looking at them for a second in the new life in
her teens examining demented thought patterns of people and the toddies
toodledoo’d the car into the river of demise.
Drowning them and the babies left behind.
A ribbon of white and yellow hair mixed in it this
soul came to me in my sleep. Old family
had her locked behind a door and three dreams I had till it opened and the
others were gone keeping her from me and she ran into my arms the soul I knew
and I embraced her once more for I knew here in Egypt. She entwined
with my Marilyn hair, oh maybe if I disguise myself as her she’ll take me that
one was famous and it was her. Confused me felt like me coming into my womb felt same but yet herself seven year old
little blond soul it showed me herself as Astrid hiding with my blond hair! As if ashamed somehow for me to see her fully. How do I know this? She did not grow blond hair as a toddler it
was pale brown again like Astrid’s growing the same face with hints of young Marilyn
in her features mixed in. Her new
disguise. She does not like alcohol much
blushes from one drink the little humble queen with a loud mouth when drunk and
a temper returned and still hiding it. Blurts
out insults occasionally and leaves in a huff is about all it gets to while almost
removing herself from life from life in that moment squishing up her face like
a baby remembering being in the womb.
Diamond eyes will ascend one day for I promised that
there is no more death and burials to my children and they grew up accepting
that.
Glistening flower petals in the night Mother and
daughter in flight were both the same. Beller
old Astrid sober or drunk I don’t care which once in a while people already read
the Huffing ton Post. Beller and holler
and get it out he laughed when you cried and looked if he was watching then you
both smiled. Remember that after re
learning how to act down to stupid society watching soaps the: serious study you
undertook at twelve. It looked contrived
and odd you trying it on. Just beller to the sun to the stars to the moon never to the water or it runs as trepidation your divine self your Goddess hears and you will lift off one day daughter of Starlight.
-Aryana
