Some Haiku's On Current Dispositions Poem by Leon Moon

Sphere of bold immense
Engraved in the corpse of love
Rest my eternal sense!

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The prince bows to light,
Of his own golden shadow,
Lit by pious sight....

Of Earth he's abound
In glorious riches', mind,
Under verses of sound;

His plaque of emerald
In a noose above the throne,
Thaws beneath the herald

Of a patient child,
Blessed before the brow of green!
Ordain's froth like wild

From the commanded,
No King, but a wanderer
Of the burning dead!

Like the Sun's bower,
Above Justice's tower,
The Prince is silent...

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The Hunter judges,
Faun's perform in the glade of
Eternal anguish!

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A Sun of Dust fades
Pale streams mumble at the waist;
Eyes roll to the night.

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A priest stole a vow
And his nimble crosses bled
Amidst black gunfire.

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A Godly fragment! - -
I found constancy in thought,
His present of light.

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The thread binds to all;
Absence is Opposition,
All is Expression.

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In my creed of man,
I ordained endless visions
That no breath had laid.

Never was grasped
And the universe sea-bathed
In canals of thought.

Eternity's mask,
Untouched by experience,
Blinked as the Sun's scale.

Nature became God,
Man was the all powerful
And I sought nothing.