Moonlight
light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor
–
waning
molten silver
moonlight
light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor
–
waning
molten silver
moonlight
milky shafts of light
shine on the dust motes hanging
in the evening air
–
slow curls of smoke
faintly glowing
embers
spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance
–
a sand grain
amidst the
multitude
toiling at the fire
sweat rolls off the smithy’s face
and turns into steam
–
wide oak boughs
shadows
cross the forge
faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past
–
a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight
blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light
shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me
–
rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves
deep in the furnace
liquid glass, hotter than fire
waits for the artist
–
blown glass…
a moment
frozen in time
iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced
–
awestruck…
nature
at her finest
silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog