The moon renounced to dawn and vanish its waning shine.
She conceded one fray to lose, to win another gasp of time.
Reflection seen on the streams of swirling pools,
There a shadow was hidden behind the twigs of wood keens.
Moon played the strings mellow yet deceiving
As jackals’ lingered for a big gorge at herald’s wave.
Pool within pool, snare within snare, a quick mud
Beyond the desire touch, Venus fly trap sneaks on ground.
On Rocky Grounds
at the edge of sight
firmament kisses the sea
sea reaching to the skies
entwined in each lark
at dawn or dusk,
where both hate to unite
at birth or death,
where two would never bond
in autumn or spring;
like drought and flood
reverie and reality
meander rocky grounds
4th of November,2009