Harvest Moon

was it hope or fear..
love or the lack of love,
I do not know how
an indifferent night
was persuaded ...to share
it's precious gem
like a cradled egg--
a birth of dreams

hdm

photocredit  Earthsky.org

 

night song

black keys tell the story,
white keys simply agree;
and night rises like a cloud from the sea
covering stars and distant mysteries
giving me no choice I listen to a voice
a woman, a song of the night.

In the timbre of her poetry
the black keys speak again
the road was hard rest uneasy
my pen begins to move, as does she
once more rises and falls gently
making love to my senses, I easily
submit to her will, for it is mine too.

To wallow with her, roll in heat we make
and white keys lead us on until
it is I, a woman in my eyes,
and a night that would
suspend sunrise.

vision in autumn tree

sightless, as walls of mists 

birthed a fit of flaps and slaps

then soft tones like wind in carved spaces

filled this gaunt and gray-bare tree

emitted from its cloak of cold and fog

softened dry throat songs from ravens

who defied lingered dark at dawn

a reach for warm day, release

from the long hunger of night.

Flightless stands have endured ravenous needs

and song sound floats

like these billows of low flung cloud.

In the interstices my spirit adds

a tympani, thrums of harp strings

a thoughtful four-part harmonic hum

all the while a transformation

in sudden glints of sun(--)

fluffed wet wings and readied

for the inspired moment to rise(--)

perhaps will be a breeze from the east

where far above sweet Venus still rises

to whet the will of ancient auguries.

Their black sleek shine, gleams in seeming holy light

this burly choir of crows to now

become a quiet stillness, buds of sunflame

limb upon bare and shaking limb-

a murder of angels.

soaked and splendid

Once in the morning

a kiss on my neck, warm breath

in my ear(--)she pleads for love(--)

and a night that might have been so much more

exceeds my dreams within this dream.

Once in a vision

Mother spoke of things,

I cannot forgive, moments long gone

that cling to the hems of my soul

and in her smile- an absolution-

a prayer that need no longer be.

In bright sun on the beach

the sand has a taste, a color

like my Lover’s skin, a love

I would not know until long after

sun, sand and salt air were forgotten;

such passionate moments for something

I cannot recall, yet they come

whenever I am near love, when

scents in air seem to come

from a distant place, like deep river eyes

and flower-petal curl of lips.

Then a pour of love
leaves me soaked and splendid;

happy as I can be

for a reason I have no need to further resolve…
my suspended self so, so satisfied.

a timeless watch

here... it is 3:17 am
far from sleep and morning
the window curtain parts to
a brightened star, my eyes trace
familiar patterns --
but where is the moon?

Far from a busy yesterday
pressed near a busier tomorrow
yet i wonder of an ancient orb
whose timeless watch over
short-lived men fascinates
more than it might;
had not a woman made it hers
and my yesterday too.

Now in the middle of sleep-
sleepless, in the midst of a dream
open -eyed, in the midst of a thought
drawn back to wonder...
does she see the morning sky
moonless sky?

once dreamt...

fallow hours lay like ruins
time was a stage for sleepless eyes
for want of a touch night barely moved
neath salty rain, in night- weary guise

as I shake the air with half uttered words
fits and starts of oaths for tomorrow
and un-lived life like an albatross
so well did  it steal, so easy did it borrow

Love was a wastrel wind
gone from peace its comfort wasted
like sand thru fingers of my hands,
victory on tongue yet was defeat i'd tasted

Moon and magic descended into this man
where belief acquired talons and thirst
an emptiness. where once he dreamt a soul
cold breath of its last, bold  fires of its first.

a Gaze

I speak to One

in a language inspired of spheres

that crowd my sight of seas of stars

tossed in tides and currents of time,

vast measures of existence.

A pause unto creation,

this unlimited gift

of a limited existence, comes full born

when

She rises in my thoughts

like Venus in the east, feelings

drawn, the night holds a swarm;

of boundless flame, an unending embrace

Love rides on pathways of light...