John Pilkey

(Canyon Country, California)

Lunar Prayer

Old comet ice caught deep against the moon
Awaits its thaw like phoenix ash alone
Where nothing hears its chilly, silent groan
For liquefying, warm revival soon
Except the God who answers ice when noon
Has frozen into midnight with a moan
And heavenly ears sip softly from the tone
Of every dim petition still in tune.
We've floated long enough in endless chill

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