Dark Moon

Astronomy Lesson

 

 

Darkening into heavier impression,

molten heat compresses.

Density increases toward

event horizon.

Twilight

on the apocalyptic battlefield.

Inside the box

are we dying

or transforming?

Starlight peeks in.

Do we suckle cosmic energy,

grow strong and wise?

Or demand incineration?

Phoenix or dove, or cawing raven

beating mortal wings

against the emerging stars.

 

 

June 8, 2006

 

 

Dark Moon

 

 

So pretty the crescent moon

fading into dark.

Quiet of night

merges with memory.

I can not face,

can not see.

Soul tired, beyond aching bones,

beyond any place called home.

Not a child of misery,

no one to blame, none to profit.

Flying after fantasy,

treetop to treetop,

laughing at clouds

in their droll

picture play.

It takes a toll, years in.

Naysayers chant "We reject

you, not of the body."

Inject powerful medications

to prove their point,

their divinity.

Bliss-filled moments

carry me hither and yon

upon some apocalyptic

journey.

Far short of any paradise, I surrender.

Soul tired, yearning for the Moon.

 

 

June 8, 2008

 

astral vision

 

 

Mystery mists of history, holy crescent lighted sky.

Calm anticipation early pinks ascendant from eerie violets.

Thunderous Jupiter twinkles like a happy kitten;

tummy extends for adoration.

Omens, prophecy, hope for endless happy returns,

quests into/out of space/mind

(without gravity, how can we fall ... or love?)

Aching for stars, planets, eternity.

Silent assent that means all is promised.

I touch a cosmic peak,

breathless at such altitude.

 

 

June 8, 2010