Saturday, December 30, 2006

The three-quarter moon is a piercing lamp

The three-quarter moon is a piercing lamp
Its auburn-edged halo cutting the cloud-mottled night sky
Islands of night space open the cloud seas
A fine silver mist turns the air into a dream
As a cat brushes my leg with a gleam.

In the evening, the fires begin
A searing blue flame bursts from the flue of the forearms
Pupils dilate, brain shuts down,
Thoughts cease, heart drums,
To appease the god of the drumming.

There is a lonely road with treed silhouettes
There is a busy road where cars pirouette
There is a narrow road, where sweat and cries
Bring sustenance to the careful soul.


At 1/02/2007 9:22 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

The light of the full moon sometimes was called 'The lantern of the poor'

At 1/03/2007 1:04 a.m., Blogger Jonathan said...

Interesting tidbit - thanks Anon!


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