she was the dreamer
curator of reflections and aspirations
a visionary seldom understood
an oracle unto herself
the dream catcher
the star wrangler
the sage
divine protection at her summoning
the universe her playground
all manner of magic at her fingertips
likened to Asteria
goddess of falling stars
stowing her luminary
waiting for the proper hour
soaring to the heavens
she releases her portents
in the dark of night
visible to all who gaze aloft
exhibited in dreams
as muse and protection
messages from the celestial realm
- Author: Katdream (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2023 08:26
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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