Waning Sun, Waxing Moon

Waning Sun, Waxing Moon

 

old mask Moon
smiling like a jukebox tune
make my world safe for dreams

safe from politicians' schemes

from atrocious barbs of flaming

from kindergarten cliques of shaming

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Frame a sane world to carry happy fantasies

lush and fragrant trees

lust of flowers for bees a'busy buzzing

kickback days for country kissing cousins

homespun lace, grace philosophies,

sainted prophecies of peace and fun

If any light could do it, you're the One

reflecting, as you do, our fiery Sun

in calm consideration

old mask Moon

over days of tribulation

we need a tune to dance away

give a chance for play

to wash and heal our wounds

smiling captivating tune

hums, caresses into sleep

lighting lazy seas of dreams

 

March 18, 2011