Sunday, July 26, 2009

This Slivered Moon

I could see the slivered moon
in the western sky resplendent
and in the shadow thus displayed,
reverence spoke as purple iris
knelt together petals folded.
Behind them in the bower silent,
sunflowers bowed like dolls with yellow hair
tired from sunlight’s hold on watching.

And then the magic evening breezes
touched the sage and released such magic,
frog voices spilled from off the mountains
across the canyon’s echoed chamber;
stillness folded in my vision
and brought me too complete delighting,
quenched the hunger of my spirit
with the moonlight's face beguiling.

Oh, slivered moon with shadowed light,
dream me perfect in your drenching,
breathe this spirit with a loving
sigh from magic moving heaven,
touch my skin to soft with lighting,
gorge my sleep with delicious dream,
keep me in your quiet watch
as day succumbs to nighttime peace.

1 comment:

  1. It's the middle of the night here in UK, and I'm just enjoying the words of your poem, and seeing its meaning, a little.
    Back to bed, now. "gorge my sleep with delicious dream" ? Maybe.
    Thanks for posting your work.