Nicolette brix

Luna Moth Fae- Pastel

Invocation to the Luna Fey ✨💚

“Spirit of the moonlit wings,
Guardian of transformation,
I call to you.

Shine your light upon my path,
Awaken the wisdom of my heart,
Open the sight of my inner eye.

Wrap me in your gentle protection,
Guide me through endings into new beginnings,
And bless this space with your luminous grace.

So may it be.”

The Threadwalker”

"They didn’t call her a prophet, not at first.
She sat quiet by rivers and ruins,
speaking to children in riddles
and to stars in silence.

When the village wept drought,
she whispered: dig deeper—water remembers.
When the young grew restless,
she drew spirals in the dirt and said:
“You are already returning.”

No machines.
No glowing portals.
Just a heart tuned to the hum of all timelines,
a soul seated at the seam between was and will be.

Some say she walked between moments,
stepping lightly over centuries
as if they were cracks in the floor.
Others say time bent around her
the way wind bends around mountains—
honoring her stillness.

She didn’t see the future. She sewed time and traveled dimensions " n.b.

Custom piece ✨
"Before the light, the axe is swung,
the bucket hauled, the bell is rung.
No temple made of gold or glass—
just morning frost upon the grass.

Hands are calloused, breath is steam,
life unfolds in simple dream.
No thunder rolls, no curtain falls,
just echoes in the canyon walls.

Then one day, a stillness grows,
not loud or bright—just knowing flows.
A rhythm found in daily grace,
the sacred wears a human face.

After the light, the axe is swung,
the bucket hauled, the bell still rung.
But now each drop, each log, each chore"
is silence knocking at the door.

Real life✨...
"Colors and patterns begin to arise
in a pixelated posy behind my eyes.
Northern lights in a silent bloom,
spirals dancing through soft-hued gloom.
A symphony stirs, so strange, so true—
an energy rising, pulling me through.
Ever expanding, ever wise,
a cosmos born behind closed eyes.

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Your lips are lanterns in the night,
igniting stars with borrowed light.
Each breath a brushstroke, bold and wide,
each touch a tide I cannot hide.

Time forgets to tick or turn,
as velvet light begins to burn.
I don’t just see you—I ignite,
and become you in that bite of night."
~NB

Together, Not Together (For Today)

The smell of something sweet—
and decaying.
What choice do I have?
Deny your return?
Even as I fall for you—
though your love takes so long,
and all you keep saying
is it will never be returned.

So I keep this portion of my love
siphoned away,
buried—
so you feel safe to stay.

’Cause my love for you
is day to day,
in the real way—
a day,
a day—
anyway.

Please, please—
let you wake and see how I love.
And perhaps your heart
can mirror mine:
DIVINE.

’Cause what you say
just doesn’t seem true—
caught on the wrong floor of time,
on the dime—
mine.

Could we be in love anyway?
For this is what I pray—
to love
all
day.

Your eyes
have a different story to say—
a little sweetness,
love,
and decay.

I keep a piece of my heart
tucked away,
so you might stay.
But I know, in time,
you’ll see—
how I love your inner spark,
the essence of all your being.

The dimension of you.
The beauty in the light we call dark.
The beauty of your core.

And I know—
there is so much spark,
and love,
and life…

for
you.
For me.

Together,
Not Together,
For today—
and always, some more. - NB