Crescent Moon arching;
pacing a summers night sky lullaby,
gathering distant sunbeams.
...
My will
I am
Am I what will?
Incur as, so endure
...
Row to me, my only jewel, Ive yet to receive
There upon a time,
Time longing to feel the reminding sound of breeze brushed sweetgrass in moon shaded fields, or pristine sparkling from the nights distant stars
...
on the crocodile of the moons last river
his teeaars reflects the stars light last bit of ember
...
Through such dark thoughts
I wonder on through the night
Arms stretched out forwardly towards what sickness I see in the World before me
My joy has no consequence besides its ending
...
Once again there in the forest
Tree tops brush against each other
Swaying
Dropping pine-cones and frayed branch tips
...
Across the field as far as I can see
There is nothing
Except all I can imagine
...
Virgo
don't go where I'd go:
Says Pluto
from the South Pacific.
...
Amongst my senses memories
What brings me most back to you
Are the subtle details
Of your favorite perfume
...
The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn;
Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes.
The oriels sing and flowers smile -
Whose then, after all, is the spring?
...
No dream is irrelevant
They are the shadow of the minds tide
Flooding color that takes shape
In the form of thoughtful language
...
There, what was, as you were
'till noticed a shimmering light
Which caused the darkness to stir
...
Flutters over water;
Flapping wings through foggy spray
Now higher up to pass over the grassy way
- ahead but
...
Take off your raincoat and mudcloppers
Look at the fire place tending our needs
Keep watch for the cuckoo-clock
For it hasn't any time for you either
...
Web Worm descending from a tree!
I stop and step out of his way
cautiously
Wishing not to harm Him
...
which came first: chicken or the egg.
i do not know, but there was always the yolk.
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All she wants, are the flowers brought to her...and when they are, and she laces with them - Our hearts will drop and poor and shower - Each their own light for our own day, in her thirteenth hour.
Her weeping is all that has remained - Her tears have feed the forests glaciers and plains.
Her every sob is with out vein - For if they were there would be no rain
...
Night Sky Lullaby
Crescent Moon arching;
pacing a summers night sky lullaby,
gathering distant sunbeams.
All time is second guessed,
here within your luminous tawny lace.
Caught like a web; you amongst I?
Waiting to shimmer within your presence.
My faith as your vessel; for myself no release.
Only imagining of whats more, chasing your cascading ever-essence.
And for that
I wait to dream.