There is an absence of Time when dusk comes upon the soft blue blanket, ebbing ever so gently.
I hear only the surface, a supple murmur,
Coeus is shifting
as I sink into Panthalassa’s ghostly remains.
Nothing remains but the soft whisper
as each grain pronounces an astral beat
within a song of the ages.
(© originally published without its title elsewhere, August 25, 2017)
- Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part two***
Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part one
Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part three
(Astraeus & Zephyr)