Painted Moon

Is there any time left to leave things undone
Mother says there is
It happens to everyone

Did you see the moon last night
Hanging like a painting
In the ink black sky

Basking in moonlight
Call me a seal
But I feel alive again

Caught in the wheels of living
I try not to despair
We're not as alone as we believe

Sing me your song of love
I need all the faith I can get
To push through these desert days

summer flowers bloom
when will fall winds come to pass
ask the moon tonight

I speak to the night
She asks if I am lonely
Your girl watches me

the moon stares at us

gazing in admiration

our mouths are silent

Ask if I love you

Does the Sun long for the Moon

Tides brushing the shore

Notebook Dump #7

I fall awake with great difficulty most mornings but I am glad to do so while I can. Mornings move swifter than I do and quickly rush me in to afternoon. Afternoons are never in a hurry and are quite content to laze about as long as the sun holds her place above. Afternoon and Evening meet at the far edge of the horizon where the ocean and sky blur into a singular being. They trade off duties as the Moon ascends to her rightful place as she permits us to gaze upon her pocked white face. Her blemishes only increase her beauty as she travels across the sky like a car full of teenagers down the boulevard on a Friday night. She guides us into unconscious tranquility and whispers to us in the faintest of voices so we wonder what were the words we heard and what could they possibly mean.

Luna Sea

Waking Up On The Moon

Beneathe the Harvest Moon

We have yet to dance beneathe 

the light of the full moon,

still, I dream of this future memory

as though I were remembering

the last time I held you.

Gazing Down

The ocean is in no hurry as we stand together,
waiting for the next wave to come.

Cold water washes over our feet, gently pulling
sand beneath us back to depths we cannot see.

Overcast skies watch us through a gray haze,
but what must the Sun think as it sits pendulous

in the heavens, looking down at the swirling
pools of blue surrounding the small pieces

of land some of us call home. Does the Moon
wonder the same things? Or does she see us

as constantly tired creatures, sleeping under
her calm gaze? Perhaps she worries about

those who cannot rest, or those who work
overnight, getting home just in time to miss

the first rays of a new day. How often do
the Sun and Moon embrace? Not often

enough, though they take delight in waves
crossing distances, watching creatures

as helpless as we, holding each other
to create a small fire of warmth.

Celestial Bodies

The Sun and the Moon are two fully

separate beings, yet

we speak of them as being


related like siblings,

cousins, or

lovers.


How funny it would

indeed be

were they all three.


Do they speak of us

in the same way?


Are we paired off

with the Moon?

The Sun?


Perhaps neither thinks

us worthy.


Instead they might have us

paired off with Venus,

maybe Mars.


And forget the Stars. No one

can ever get an answer from them.