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<DIV align="center">
Starlit Musings 
~~~~~ 
 
 
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGStarry490x389.dds" width=490 height=389>
 
<HR>
Scribe 
~~~~~
 
In the citrus 
of starlight and frost 
crystalline shimmers 
 
Silence 
 
Savor the crisp edge 
of still midnight 
 
Script here 
your night-glitter stanzas 
in moon ink 
where you find free space 
between constellations 
 
she will lend her silk 
incandescence 
and illuminate again 
 
Silence 
 
harboured 
in the hand 
that holds the pen 
<HR>
Star 
~~~~~ 
 
Suspended, 
frozen 
 
I burned 
too brightly to be held 
Unchanging, 
yet sentient 
 
Almost 
eternal 
 
I watched, 
lonely 
for your attention 
danced 
glass slippers 
on heaven's floor 
glittering your sky 
for a millennium 
 
you 
 
never once 
 
looked 
 
up. 
<HR>
 
 
 
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGRhone490x385.dds" width=490 height=385>
 
<HR>
King 
~~~~~ 
 
Charmed, 
I crept from my bed 
in the clear, 
hushed corners of night 
to watch the sky light 
behind the veil 
of morning 
 
I had no speech 
prepared for the Sun, 
but bless him; 
he'd never seen a Star 
face-to-face 
and could do naught but 
shine brighter 
in delight of like company. 
<HR>
Brethren 
~~~~~ 
 
The moon said you were not her child to give away; the trees said they were not your watchers, as they are mine. Then, who has these rights? I do not speak to the sun - he is a distant father, doting in the few seconds he shines before retiring, always early. The winds themselves are children by comparison and have no say in the matters of man - they simply move and shape as ordered by the firmament, as the waters do at the earth's command. 
<HR>
Maestro 
~~~~~ 
 
Gently, 
Swiftly 
Scoop twilight free 
of sunshine debris 
 
Raise the curtain for night 
and we will dance, Sir 
 
'Cross polished tops 
like scattered jacks 
Fragment glass 
like glittered rags 
Broken, beautiful 
words 
<HR>
Morning Girl 
~~~~~ 
 
She, 
born to sing at morning, 
says the stars follow. 
 
I have seen her color guard 
stand watch, 
and I believe; 
For who knows more intimately 
the constellations, 
than small hands 
smoothe their sheets 
and lullaby 
at flip-side bedtime? 
Ah, there is no one. 
 
They dream 
through sheer curtains, 
and I think she soaks glitter 
through windows. 
<HR>
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGProvence467x599.dds" width=467 height=599>
 
<HR>
Versus 
~~~~~ 
 
If moonlight 
haloes the heads 
of pretty ones, 
if starlight 
dons the bedsheets 
of your sin, 
if sunlight 
breaks you 
with weights of doubt- 
 
When do you love? 
 
In lightless sanctuary 
behind closed eyes? 
in passed time, 
in poetry? 
 
Night and day 
do not share one sky. 
 
They battle endlessly 
for control 
 
I've seen your face contort, 
your limbs twist unnaturally 
in the throes of morning crossfire 
 
I've seen the gauntlet slams 
hot flickers of execution 
perjury and 
self-treason 
 
fear 
 
regret 
 
Love 
Does not regret. 
 
Neither shall I.
<HR>
 
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGCafe444x566.dds" width=444 height=566>
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<DIV align="center">
Starlit Musings 
~~~~~ 
 
 
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGStarry490x389.dds" width=490 height=389>
 
<HR>
Scribe 
~~~~~
 
星霜仄かに香り 
水晶は微かに輝く 
 
静寂よ 
 
Savor the crisp edge 
of still midnight 
 
汝が夜の煌きを 
月のインクにてここに記す 
where you find free space 
between constellations 
 
she will lend her silk 
incandescence 
and illuminate again 
 
Silence 
 
harboured 
in the hand 
that holds the pen 
<HR>
Star 
~~~~~ 
 
Suspended, 
frozen 
 
I burned 
too brightly to be held 
Unchanging, 
yet sentient 
 
Almost 
eternal 
 
I watched, 
lonely 
for your attention 
danced 
glass slippers 
on heaven's floor 
glittering your sky 
for a millennium 
 
you 
 
never once 
 
looked 
 
up. 
<HR>
 
 
 
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGRhone490x385.dds" width=490 height=385>
 
<HR>
King 
~~~~~ 
 
Charmed, 
I crept from my bed 
in the clear, 
hushed corners of night 
to watch the sky light 
behind the veil 
of morning 
 
I had no speech 
prepared for the Sun, 
but bless him; 
he'd never seen a Star 
face-to-face 
and could do naught but 
shine brighter 
in delight of like company. 
<HR>
Brethren 
~~~~~ 
 
The moon said you were not her child to give away; the trees said they were not your watchers, as they are mine. Then, who has these rights? I do not speak to the sun - he is a distant father, doting in the few seconds he shines before retiring, always early. The winds themselves are children by comparison and have no say in the matters of man - they simply move and shape as ordered by the firmament, as the waters do at the earth's command. 
<HR>
Maestro 
~~~~~ 
 
Gently, 
Swiftly 
Scoop twilight free 
of sunshine debris 
 
Raise the curtain for night 
and we will dance, Sir 
 
'Cross polished tops 
like scattered jacks 
Fragment glass 
like glittered rags 
Broken, beautiful 
words 
<HR>
Morning Girl 
~~~~~ 
 
She, 
born to sing at morning, 
says the stars follow. 
 
I have seen her color guard 
stand watch, 
and I believe; 
For who knows more intimately 
the constellations, 
than small hands 
smoothe their sheets 
and lullaby 
at flip-side bedtime? 
Ah, there is no one. 
 
They dream 
through sheer curtains, 
and I think she soaks glitter 
through windows. 
<HR>
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGProvence467x599.dds" width=467 height=599>
 
<HR>
Versus 
~~~~~ 
 
If moonlight 
haloes the heads 
of pretty ones, 
if starlight 
dons the bedsheets 
of your sin, 
if sunlight 
breaks you 
with weights of doubt- 
 
When do you love? 
 
In lightless sanctuary 
behind closed eyes? 
in passed time, 
in poetry? 
 
Night and day 
do not share one sky. 
 
They battle endlessly 
for control 
 
I've seen your face contort, 
your limbs twist unnaturally 
in the throes of morning crossfire 
 
I've seen the gauntlet slams 
hot flickers of execution 
perjury and 
self-treason 
 
fear 
 
regret 
 
Love 
Does not regret. 
 
Neither shall I.
<HR>
 
<IMG src="Book/Khettienna/SR/KhetSRVanGCafe444x566.dds" width=444 height=566>
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