Propeller churned water
disappearing
between two hazy lines -
around and around
...
Words and music
are the haven for
the lights of nature. Deprived of a haven
they fragment and drift
...
A Cold Moon
Stand with me,
hold my hand,
watch the moon
spread cold light
on a tired world.
If you are gone
by the next moon
the light will seem colder
on that same tired world
for I shall be alone.