Creative Evening Poem by Dan Uriel

the dark troubles in my soul
virgin Moon kisses a hundred buds of twigs
and the night have white love
forest, meadow and sky are listening

the end of this miracle will be endless
the sun, the struggle, is flawed
troubles crow on grapes on hearts
the moon is falling, and so is my dream

the chases are coming, the chase is pubic, sad
and looks forward to the evening: to create a new moon
I am an angel and the slowest beggar
the great silence is silence, I tell you