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Morning Moon
Morning moon
Your song is softness
Set on pillows
of newborn sky
And floating free
in powder blue
Immortal blue
Smooth arc unscarred
by stubbled ridge
Across vast valley’s
steep sharp pines
I course the road
of curves and breathe
Frost air awakening
all that waits
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And was and is
You follow my way
I fade into folds of trees
Silver Plane
Trace your graceful arc in placid skies
Proscribe circumferences of space
and glide upon a single blade
as ringing waves of sound
on smoothest rims
of crystal glass
will skate
Bold silver plane
askance in balance born of force
and tilting on the axis of all possible
You sail in a suspension of infinity and fault
Willful engines earn you audience in Nature’s court
who until in forced bravura all your fuel is spent
will support your vain display
of false courtship
Downward Birds
Sick with futures drown
the downward birds
Impending divers
poised to ends
in heaviness
upended
Vainglorious March
the fledgling drenches
Old clouds mock hard their kin
But prouder winds return the flock
aloft on softest songs of feather’s edge
Swallow My Eyes
Swallow my eyes
into your wild blue worlds
of seas
so deeply dreaming
and let me wake
the drunken prayers
that sleep
in your sunken garden
Kneel with me
at the sacred stairs
of your ruined
altars underwater
and free a tear
into Ocean’s love
as my soul
dissolves in your truth
The Space Where You Were
Deep in dark inner forests
The silent heaviness always within
Invisible weight of emptiness
Sunrays and breezes cannot reach
This place of vanishing light
All dissipates in densest shadow
Currents of time and life flow around
The imprint of destinies diverted-
Respecting the hidden shrine of hope
But on certain nights of quietude
Beams of white Moon’s gentle light
Unheard and softly as owl’s wings
Slip past the sleeping tall black towers
To meet with me in that soundless space
And bring to life love’s memory.
In This Silence
In this silence of a thousand miles
Of weapons hurled in hopeless wars
Of reconciling words withheld
In hollow tones
Of longing, loss
Now empty echoes in our heads
In this great distance of nothingness
Of arrowheads we can’t remove
We ache to heal
To feel to love
But poison paralyzing
Flows yet in our blood
Into the night press on these words
Whose voice may never reach your mind
By way of moon’s eternal grace
Their quiet journey
Fraught with snares
Afixed by hands
Of time
Yet in this silence of a thousand miles
As judgments passed now pass away
The heart begins to bathe its wounds
In the gentle rays
Of forgiveness
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The New Moon
With softest step
The new moon glides
Into silent space
Of deep winter's dark
Unseen but for
The sleepless watch
Of Time
And staring black orbs
Of forest deer
In January’s gentle, beckoning rest
The night exhales and quietly draws
Its heavy blanket
Sliding across
Forgetting eyes
And hearts unhealed
The Unsought Future
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Unravel the open expanse
Vague inconstancy
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Yearning strands
In midair
dangling
The reach to infinity
Always inviting
Mediocre response
To forces internal
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Celebratory stages
Their stories
unheard
Unmasterful silence beheld
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While sun and moon eternally tangled
Sing of time and sing of love
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Lumen
Bright morning cool
Clear light of true calm
Life breathes
Renewal shines clean
Faithful moon still high above
Pale chalk on purest new blue
Pleased to share first light with powerful sun.
Deer resting near trees.
Golden light enveloping soft fur of gentle fawns