In darkness we can taste the stars and other light
emanating outwards, opalescent, sparkling,
somewhere warm calling from beyond.
We reach our ephemeral tongues outward,
bodies floating, flowing up, up, as if our hearts are
iron, drawn towards the pole of sky.
Space, so drenched in its indigo, we taste vapor left by the bright
bless every bud, the taste - planting seeds of pure radiance,
of consciousness, awareness; of life ever growing.
If darkness is friend and moonbows exist, then rainbows too can be born from Her too.
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