Did you hear the moon last night?
Hushed light on rising
Silver sibilance
Behind the clouds
In a first quarter
Pianissimo
Did you hear the moon last night?
Fulsome waterfall of light
Pouring down to light the streets
Casting faint shadows
But a great fortissimo of glow.
Did you hear the moon last night?
Silent as the breath
Of a sleeping babe
Gone dark with the turning away
In a shadow from our earth.
A
STRANGE LAND
This
is a strange land
And
I am a stranger
To
all that is here.
Shapes
come and go,
Silent
With
sibilant footsteps.
all
is milky white,
No
clues to where I am.
Sometimes
a gentled thought
Comes
to me
And
I walk with it a while,
Slowly
and slowly.
It
gestures in deep silence.
I
follow it up to
the
low rising hills
of
early autumnal grace
That
lift me as I climb
this part of the world.
I
pass thru a gate
And
lie down in a deep pasture
With
golden wallflowers
Red
clover and
Frothy
white yarrow
Wild
pink roses and
Blood
red prairie lily
To
sleep and sleep and sleep,
Forever
grateful.
asleep
in a room
without a ceiling
a waterfall of
light
pours down from
the moon
cascades coldly
across my feet
asleep
in a room
without windows
stars peer in
where glass might
have been
silver light
caresses my eyes
asleep
in a room
without walls
fireflies wander
in erratically
silent, lambent
drawing in the
humid night
and settle on my
open palms
asleep
in a room
without a floor
night creatures
ascend
invade my bed
crickets and worms
tap on my forehead
asleep
in room
without you
and all that was
before
is no more
