SISTER SUN

SISTER SUN

Isis, the mermaid Queen, swam from Egypt to Timbuktu

with a Caravan of Tuareg Whales on a mission perdu

to trade secrets and seeds with the Ancient Race

Her cetacean friends, completely at ease

in the crushing pressure of the deep blue seas

which reminded them acquiescently

of the super dense atmosphere

on their home star in a distant galaxy

Every morning,

On their arduous journey

through the sacred waters

they would pause reverently

to watch  Sister Sun

rise on the Horizon.

Sirius Blue

Their clarion songs 
travel through vortex and portals

in vast underwater chorrals

imbued with waves to create

harmonic Phi Crysto~light ascension

...eventually breaking the surface tension

It was there in the hidden caves of Tombouctou

that Isis and the Dogon Priests’ genetic code morphed into

hybrid crystalline descendants from the stars.

Their children now wander the twelve dimensions

embedding their consciousness helix,

into the invisible matrix

while singing divinely inspired songs

(c) Divinia Nightfire 10th August 2015

In memory of Sirius

Picture acreditation
click picture to go to website of
Jean-Luc Bozzoli
&
"Eye Within Studios" 

the word chorrals is a hybrid word that I completely made up
using choral and corral

UNHEARD

unheard

She had the voice of an angel
  able to command the clouds with melodies
composed in other galaxies
...but it was only the butterflies who ever heard her sing

The wolf lay tame at her feet
for he too had the ability
to hear frequencies
that no other could perceive


She kisses him gently on the nose
his beautiful bushy tail not sure whether to
wave up high
Or curl under in sweet surrender


(c)tp 5th August 2015

DIAMOND LIGHT

DIAMOND LIGHT

How can a tear sparkle like a diamond in the absence of light?

The wind chill was all she had left to preserve her honor,

her beauty

enveloped in a cryogenic tomb

left her suspended under the moon

A lone red rose in full bloom

sending her love out to him,

encapsulated in an ethereal aroma

which permeates the midnight winter air.

She used to be able to tell time with precision

through the constant of sidereal visions

But she couldn’t remember when last
his beautiful face she did envision

Long days turned into lonely nights

as their communications had dwindled

made possible only

with transmition of ultrasonic telemetry

she was scared that time was running out…

for it is time that gives our existence legitimacy

She gave up hope in ever seeing his face.

...the longing was just too great

her thoughts, continually lost in space

her days were numbered.

The Misty rose shed her very last tear that night…

As the morning rays emerge over the New Horizon

she looks behind one last time

...a final glimpse into the dark

On the stroke of the 11^th hour

that beautiful lonely flower

sees the sign she had been searching for…

there, inscribed on his frigid Plutonian scarp

A heart

illuminated by that first ray

of light

sent all those years ago

it had finally reached him

She smiles, knowing

there is a conclusion to this undying love story

Diamond ice

Diamond light

Light of my life

Their love will remain suspended forever in time

(c) teresa/divinia 20th July 2015
top rose picture taken by me
bottom picture taken by Nasa's New Horizon
first pictures of Pluto


The line  
"for it is time that gives our existence legitimacy"
is something I heard said in the Movie LUCY