The moon is gone.She fled as dawn approached.Dawn as a slowly opening eye.White sea birds skimming over the water,looking for an early morning snack.The mirror brightens.From a blood moon at dawn to a mirrorreflecting waking life...#######I woke her to take the moon.Her campaign was swift and terrible.Metallic and fierce.Glaring up in the twilight.But the moon was both implacable and unreachableand in the end the war against the moon failed.As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.But in the end, all that was lost,was a little sleep....################1 June 2007Burning MoonMoon FireBlood Moonsmoked MoonSmoky MoonSmouldering Moon&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&4 June 2007After the storm, my mine cleared.And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++running quartz crystals through a blender.sand through your engines.bubble in your bays.estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...sand through your eyes.%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%5 June 2007Calm as baby's breathas peaceful as the storm's eyeClouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric windsa warm and windy tropical day.
The moon is gone.
ReplyDeleteShe fled as dawn approached.
Dawn as a slowly opening eye.
White sea birds skimming over the water,
looking for an early morning snack.
The mirror brightens.
From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror
reflecting waking life...
#######
I woke her to take the moon.
Her campaign was swift and terrible.
Metallic and fierce.
Glaring up in the twilight.
But the moon was both implacable and unreachable
and in the end the war against the moon failed.
As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.
But in the end, all that was lost,
was a little sleep....
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1 June 2007
Burning Moon
Moon Fire
Blood Moon
smoked Moon
Smoky Moon
Smouldering Moon
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4 June 2007
After the storm, my mine cleared.
And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
running quartz crystals through a blender.
sand through your engines.
bubble in your bays.
estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...
sand through your eyes.
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5 June 2007
Calm as baby's breath
as peaceful as the storm's eye
Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds
a warm and windy tropical day.