Leslie Philibert Poems
|323.||A Better World||11/3/2012|
|325.||A Funeral In Winter||1/5/2013|
|326.||The Secret Life Of Stones||8/10/2012|
|327.||A Summer Poem||7/28/2013|
|328.||A Dry-Stone Wall Near Coleraine (For Seamus Heaney)||9/4/2013|
|329.||The Night The Moon Got Stolen||8/17/2012|
The Night The Moon Got Stolen
In the night the moon got stolen
lunatics shook their fists at empty heavens,
cats stared at holes in the dark night
and seas turned into lakes, tides refused,
And songwriters hit the wrong keys
while lovers went home for an early night,
words were not whispered in ears nor
arms thrown across shoulders in first joy.
Have no fear for this lost face in the sky,
the lady that shimmers over standing water.
Aurora will bring the slow return of dawn,
Libertas will free this stolen moonlight.
A Night In Tenerife
the sea the skin of a wet dog,
black the beach; a ruined church,
the coastal lights a string of lesser ways;
we are as ampty as a dropped shell
pulled across the ebb, a ripple of salt..
and as the night gets deeper
a dragon breathes like the tide:
no mistake, the dark needs its hours.