Night’s darkness beckons the stars on stage, and the moon sprays gentle shadows behind all who are looking at her.
Time is thoughts, and in the meantime, we ignore that we are role models in our own role-plays that lets theater curtains up around the clock to perform many of Thalias and Melpomenes, often surreal, comical or poignant pieces as neither actors or audience really comprehend. For they are as subtle as a remembrance of summer flower scents, and this “something” as was, and perhaps still is in the air.
They smile seductive, behind the ethereal, silky veils they wear, to hide the fact that they themselves are woven from the very same silk, as are spun from the rays of galactic sonatas and stellar secret whisper. They see our mental images, but allow us anyway boldly to tear their veils away.
They are and will be, however, forever untouched by human hands, but are only a thought away.
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