howling at a moon
that never hears

in love with the moon
in dog day dreams

the moon above the ruin
lighting the nights of death

the dam burst here
the flood is in
the water washes over
my naked skin

by the jagged claws
of sea creatures
crawling through the night

even here
the grass grows green
as night is ever dark
and schoolchildren dream

jagged along the edge
reaching out to you
between the howls
to the midnight moon

we watch you
between the towers
within the trance
of nighttime dreams

dropping drops of glitter
upon the heads of those who seek

one with the waves
that break free for the shore

in the reflected shine
of fallen stars

two towers
and the tides
that fall between

around and around
life in a cycle
beneath the rhythms
of the nightly moon

dolphins circle
in search of the souls still lost
in the waking dawn

a dolphin song
among the lost souls
that wake at dawn

trees or towers
towers or trees—
man and nature
in a battle
we dare not win

we try to sleep
within the howling
beneath the moon

as the world goes dark
in search of
what once was light

black hole—
drawing souls
from the river of life

in the river of life
as we drift
beyond the edge
of wake and sleep

through the mountains
within the earth
the rivers flow beneath
while watched over
by the midnight moon

a thousand stars
surround the moon
like snowflakes falling
in the black of night

around the spheres
within the spheres
lost in the path to truth
among the wind and dark

past the gatekeeper
past the watchtower
alone on the river
in search of memory

crag to crag
reality unfolds
in mountain caves
found only
in the dark of day

truth falls
like washed up pebbles
in the sea

raining light
to those who howl
at the setting moon

the waves come in
the sky is dark
our ancient sleep
waits for the spark

in a dream
she sailed a midnight sea
following a path
that only she could see

the guardians of this land
between the dark and light
await the ones who quit
from a little fight

the jagged crawfish
scales the rocks
from the infinite sea
to split the shore
between the dark and light

in shades
I see the moon
from another’s light

the river flows
from another time
through space and darkness
here to the edge
of human understanding

on the edge
struggling to see
where light is dark
and dark is light
I ask the watching moon

by the light
unable to ask
unable to speak
to reach for the word
I speak in tongues

all along
the howl of the night
watching the rain
to catch the drops that fall
along the river of truth

the quest has turned
another shade of light—
your voice is gone
and all the other voices too
have ceased to speak

it is a golden path
far into the horizon
beyond the mountain rage

it flows here
where no one cares
to follow the way

the moon is dead
where once there was life—
in its valleys
the gray lights darkens
forever a shadow in the night

trees stay bare
though winter has not yet come
it is darkness only
that wraps the stifled land

within the moon
there is a darkness
drawing you from home

surrounded by
the light of a star
a million years away

moonlight above the graves
as I take the night shift

bats amid the bare branches
that spread out into the night

ice water, moon above—
she swims naked to the shore

sleeping moon—
its tentacles
spread out into space
pulling us where
we don’t want to go

from ragged cliffs
they spy their enemies
while the moon
bathes them both
in shadow light

the river reaches far
but only so far
and your time is up

between the earth and moon
the seer flies through the night
to see what he needs to see

pulled by a string, tying what’s seen
and what needs to be seen

veil before our view—
the truth we cannot bear to see

opening the window
with all our secrets left exposed
to the midnight moon

arrow shot
it comes back—
we cannot hide
from the watcher
who already knows

ragged claws
across the barren land—
wherever we turn
there is someone
who doesn’t want us there

tied up in tradition
we will never change

that show past and present
reflecting like eyes
in what the watcher sees

the boat we sailed
to the phases of the moon
is not here, it never was

in endless combinations—
there are so many ways
we will never escape

in a grotto
where all the spirits lie
the only light
our only hope
is the light of the moon

the seas we flee
are filled with ragged claws

to the phases of the moon
she holds all life
but never in one place

all the possibilities
held at different times
as phases in the moon
but present is only one

the walls worn ragged
beneath the siege
of enquiring light

waving, arms like wands,
he spins the moonlight
to show the past and present

hidden in the clouds
between the earth and moon
with nothing to reveal

crouching in a corner
moonlight in one hand
and claws in the other

the white witches
dance around the moon
until the night has stopped

shining on the water
where no one dares to swim

drowning beneath
the moonlit water
there was never any hope

creatures of the night
above the water’s light