to catch a flying moon
that in a night
did perch upon the bough
and branch of the elder tree
and this is dark
with a wink of light
that the moon was dashed in falling
sight consume and with the taste
so see that the winds blew
from season to season
there is no repeating
that strange orbit
but a mindful decay
that ends in fire
that in a night
did perch upon the bough
and branch of the elder tree
and this is dark
with a wink of light
that the moon was dashed in falling
sight consume and with the taste
so see that the winds blew
from season to season
there is no repeating
that strange orbit
but a mindful decay
that ends in fire
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Re: to catch a flying moon
Sat, April 12, 2008 - 8:24 PMThe moon, a strange character. It talks to me.
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Re: to catch a flying moon
Sun, April 13, 2008 - 6:07 PMwhere is thy thorn
love
that tears aside
the veil of the day
and dark night has a soul
that wails unto
the watery front
with wisp of blue
the whites of other ways
the lights now force
up to the bay
and upon the forever wet rock
the flash of light from
a glass cased tower high
the light flashes
so none may die
and so the waters beat the tune
where is the sheltered sky
that holds upon my eye
the mast, the sail, rolling dune
i have landed
but this was soon
half way about the world i'd fly
before it was enough
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Re: to catch a flying moon
Fri, April 18, 2008 - 3:22 AM---
when the shards
as ice is a flake
minuscule and magnificent
touches the skin
time in a heartbeat
then a drop of dew
count them thousands
count them supreme
the descent from high
messages in the fractal trace
each landing on upturned face
who would speak
face to face
the captive eye
three before
what time is tea time
pouring the golden new
each drop into
a fragrant brew
the clink of spoon
and altogether
this is soon
the cup to lips
would brew a kiss
of summer and sojourn
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