I am praying, lying like a MoonStar,
fallen in a frangipani flower,
beguiling the great sphynx moth;
My breath flickers like flame-doves in the brilliant quicksand Night...
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I'll flee far on the Star whose touch-me carries me afloat...
praying 'midst those grey flocking flowers...
they came to enclose me,
shelter my frailty from the Storm...
Graces
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notes:
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notes:
i "Plumeria flowers are most fragrant at night in order to lure sphinx moths to pollinate them. The flowers have no nectar, and simply dupe their pollinators. The moths inadvertently pollinate them by transferring pollen from flower to flower in their fruitless search for nectar...." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plumeria
ii For all of us who are currently suffering the ache of loved ones lost in cruel Mortality's clench:
ii For all of us who are currently suffering the ache of loved ones lost in cruel Mortality's clench:
© CherylFaith Taylor 2012
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