Friday, January 7, 2011

The Moon (a poem)

Reason fades as you rise
Obscured by your brilliance.
Blue halo wreathing your face,
Stars bow in your presence.
Shining night joy delight my daylight mind.
Sing of Sin as I dream in your pale embrace.

Under a strong moon we walk
Along a  pale blue and indigo shore.
Gods posing as stars watch us move in our ultra-black dance.
Let the earth turn.
Let the moon rise.
Who blows God Daddy I wonder?
We the breath of eternity.

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