In the stillness, I step outside.
I listen to the crickets singing throughout the streets.
The silhouette of an owl lands on the roof.
I could hear the day’s rain seeping into the Earth.
Limbs outstretched, Orion hugs the Earth, protecting us.
“‘Til next time,” he says as he sets.
The centre of the milky way rises higher. Soon she is above me, humming away at a frequency that only the subconscious understands.
I could stay out all night, and watch her pass over. I want to see it all.
“‘Til next time,” she says, “I am always here.”
As above, so below.
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