STARFIRE

BL...En laced; a tumbling brightness near that of a sun, a star, trembled before disbursement of life giving light.

A dene of which May once knelt in play, her hand prints to the sand were now awash in a hazed glimmer left to which the newly arrived would shimmer as catalyst one day and it too might fade away.

Perhaps a daughter, maybe even a new sun in time's future hold.' Oh the catecholamine of Heaven's seas bring forth the directive muse of forethought as if in answer.' So are we the ways of the ' living waters ' of  ' seas above ' in answer to the daughter's prayers?

She rubbed the brightness from her eyes and wondered for a reply for her daughter through her own haze, May honey, who the hell is Micheal? She wondered.

NADDA'S gaze broke the old man's thoughts just as death crept his spine...my daughter's child...lost in wonder, left last a smile.

' She ' saw the ' being ' whole, father, son, father, daughter, orphan, son, than twins, daughter in reduction. She wondered of the other lives's, the eight yet to wonder. Only seventeen dimensions, he now questioned, took off his bifocals, to rub the ' brightness ' from his eyes, and adjusted the brightness on his monitor, yet how bright the ' eyes were ' ? Who is Micheal...I must be losing my memory honey, he is in our religion and others, the Archangel of G-d. " Lets put you to bed, one day when you're my age and have a little girl, you'll know of the guardian's of our Earth, our families and you to honey." He put his child to bed again and kissed his wife too.

The monitor that was left running in the living room, read: The reckoning of ' catalyst,' in descriptive measure the atheist pondered in all likeness to that created by hands, the ' being ' that stood upon and through the distant sun only to hold the planets womb, mother, in shielded remorse for ' her ' child, and served warning for the ' comparison.' How this overlapped CNN's front page, frozen still the next morning, brought his mind to a halt.

...INK

NADDA's tear swell neared completion just before dawn's new age.How many thousands of days to the years of age, only the UNKNOWN knew: the one perspective.

' She ' shown threw ' all  eyes ' of this world and the sun blinked... the prostitute wavered. ' He ' wondered...

again...( the moment lost to the original sand included memory ).